Did you know that cold was soft? A
soft electrocution. A blanket of numbness ready to suffocate slowly. At least
if you drown or burn or bleed then you can see the death approaching. How do you
see death when it lulls you into the deepest of sleeps? How do you greet the
stranger come to collect you? Or do you? Maybe those who cannot be woken cannot
be greeted. Their existence starts to fade into the emptiness of the snow.
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