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I step from the shadows and into the light
The obnoxiously bright sun becomes brighter as it reflects
off the faceted blanket of ice that turns the city into a wintery hell
My breath swirls around my face, a mystical mist in a place so close but so far
from my body
Eyes drive holes through my soul like knives, but I keep going.
Shadows dance across the ice and across my face as the sun disappears below the
horizon.
And as day turns to night and I step toward the street, I whisper goodbye.