The air is crisp with a hint of pine. I look down at my shoes. I have had this pair of shoes for two years now. I dread taking these steps. These steps i've taken every day for months. The soft crunch of snow beneath the soles of my feet with each step. The slight moist air escaping between my lips as i breathe in the sharpness of winter.
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