POV: Meredith
I always loved the mountains, the roaring cold, the animals, the snow. Despite them not being my home the Ural Mountains were always my favorite.
There's a little ball of grey over on that hill it's a Pallas cat. I live those little critters, they look so annoyed and cute at the same time. Gosh I wish I could have one as a pet, but it's impossible to give them the care they need indoors.
"Meredith!" I hear my guide shout.
"Yes Pietro?"
"There's a storm coming in, we have to move now."
I let out a deep sigh.
"Gotcha"
Son of a bitch, it was so nice up here. Welp, I don't want to be caught up in another storm, Vinny always gets on my ass about that. He always says "YOU COULD'VE DIED", even though we haven't been harmed by cold in what feels like centuries.
I guess I'll just pack up like always. That's a peculiar ridge point. It almost looks like it's about to fall, but it's stable, as long as we hunker down for the storm we'll be fine.
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Life eternal
ChickLitTwo lovers dance in a ballroom, the light is casting through the windows and cutting through years of dust, are either of them actually there? This was written on impulse on the way to get my cat her meds on an impulse created by listening to "Life...
