Hunger

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My feet crunching the snow is the only sound. I step into a clearing and push aside branches so I can see the frozen lake. I kneel beside the lake and try to scoop up some of the ice to melt into water. This is always tricky, without, without...

Fire

I shake my head to dispell the thought and cruch some of the ice into thin crystals. Night is falling and my growling stomach is a remainder of just how hungry I am. I reach into my pack, only to find crumbs. I'm out of provisions. What can I do? It's winter, and the only places where food is, is the villiages. I can't visit them.  I can't.

The moon is so full tonight, so full...

And beautiful.  

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