The pit

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I wake up, I see white all around me, snow dusting my nose, and doves flying overhead.

I stand up and look around.  I see the willow tree covered with ice, sad and cold.

I see the creek, frozen over, i walk on the ice.

The ice breaks and I go down.

Down into the seemingly bottomless pit, of my nightmares.

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