The walk

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White crystals drop from the grey sky. I guess the sky and I were feeling the same ache. At first I couldn't feel these amazing white drops, about an hour later my skin started to shake. My once warmth skin became as cold as the heart of my once best friend. And I became even more lonely then the day I had left. Except for the owls who called as the moon replaced the sun. And the birds who sang lullabies as the sun rose in the morning sky. My paws started to ache as if my bared skin was being cut but the edges of rocks. With the pain of knifes jabbing into my feet, I decided to find a place to lay low for a while. I then turn off the road and began adventuring out, listening to the howls of wolfs.

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