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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2023
Submitted to Contest #227
When I first became aware, I was cold. Not the crisp cold of an Autumn afternoon, but the bitter, angry cold that you find deep in the darkness of winter. The kind of cold that burns your skin in a way you never imagined it could. The kind of cold that eventually leaves you numb to the world. The cold that starts with tingling fingertips that travels up your arms and legs until everything you are, exists only in the presence of the cold. It breaches your chest, hardening your heart into a block of heavy ice. That’s the cold I felt ...
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