::THIRTY THREE::
The day is cold, the sky turns gray. The earth sends out a call to those that are no where nearby.
The ice creaks, echoes and cracks beneath the pressure of the frigid air. The noise, one of the most beautiful natural sounds that is created by cold air and water.
"While skating, both legs tracing different shapes, I made my choice"
::THIRTY TWO::
Then it hits you, like a rock hurled at your head. How much you can miss something, an activity or yes, someone... It's how you handle that missing that matters. All you can know is that the missing leads to more appreciation when you can finally reconnect.
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