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Tuesday 31 December 2013 photo 2/3
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His cheek got wet. Looking up at the white sky he touched his cheek. It was raining. He let out a sigh, breaking the deep silence, his breath turning to mist in the cold air.
Shivering he looked down at his wet hand. More rain fell on his head and on the ground. Making crimson patterns on top of the snow white ground.
It was over.
Gasping he sat up, a dream, just a dream. Still, though, he couldn’t breath. Wheezing, still not able to take a breath he frantically looked around. He was alone, like in the dream that was quickly fading. He couldn’t remember it. Not at all. Nothing.
Finally able to pull a shaking breath out his feeble lungs he coughed and spit black muck out into his hand. He sneezed and wanted to rub his nose but he couldn’t. His hands were full.
Rubbing the muck onto his already dirty pants he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. He was full of ash.
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