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Submitted to Contest #39
The crunch of gravel under Sarah’s boots was the only sound for miles. No cars on the road she threaded on, no talk, no laugh, no wind. Only cold. Shivering, frost-biting cold that was never normal in Arizona, her only relief was the lack of snow and the coat wrapping her body. Still, she walked, walked, walked down the long stretch of avenue, her steps echoing in the vacuum, wishing for the normal Arizona days with beaches and lakes, the scurrying reptiles she adored so much, the bustle of people, the warmth not from the campfire she sets u...
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