Friday, February 22, 2013

After 200 full moons I Die

I remember what my mother had told me about
The snow was piling up to my cheast and the cold blizzard pounded agaist my face. This winter was going to be rough. My fur was covered in sprinkles of snow and my cold black nose looked dim and numb. I stopped and looked around me at the snow covered trees and fields and knew that it would take a long time to get across Alaska.

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