Personal Narrative: The Cold Night

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The cold night embraces us in a shivering blanket. Goosebumps prickle on our freezing body. Black consumes our pale color that once was on our skin. Our invisible breath fogs the dark in a memoire that it is cold. We trace our hands and famished engulfs them with the remaining warmth we have left. Sometimes we are reminded that we have color by the light

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