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The pain in her voice felt like I had come to the edge of a steep cliff, for if I fell I would be left with the sensation of loneliness and desperation. Wind whipped around my face in every which way, as if trying to decide where to take the last of this wispy, unmemorable moment away. I focused on her pale, expressionless face, powered with white snow. The sharp tip of her head met the clouds where the wings of birds would circle. The frigid breeze had taken every last breath of air away from me, slowly luring the life from my body with it. Waking to the feeling of warmth hit my shoulders, I pondered whether I had met the feeling of endless happiness, or my destination.