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Autoenthography for English The sun is high over head, but the air isnt warm, its as cold as a winter. Snow crystals fall gently on my face, but theyre so cold they burn like fire. Cold, shocking wind is blowing fiercely against us, but we keep going. Our minds are all set upon one thing, to keep going. Some of their booties have fallen off on the long, cold trip, but theyre determined to make it. Its in their nature. Its getting harder to concentrate on the trail, its cold and my mind is wandering. You cant do this, youre only fifteen. You could die! You dont have enough experience. TheAutoenthography for English
Your work is gorgeous.
~ Reg
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I do not bite
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