tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17774686.post-12169847809936513452007-01-31T03:00:00.000+01:002007-01-31T03:09:10.962+01:00

The snow crunches beneath my feet. The forest is dark. Night is upon us and the white antiseptic light from the moon filters through the evergreens that surround me. Each breath fills me with life. The brisk awakening feeling that happens when you breath that fresh cold air after the snow has fallen. Moving through the forest shadows dance all around. The moonlight and the shadows swing and

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