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The cold penetrates, creeping through every fold and weave of one's raiment, settling against the skin for a moment wrought with expectation, and then it sinks below into the blood and the soul. The blood slows and the soul is slowly numbed. It rides on the wind, shrieking and lashing at one's face, instigating tears and fear. There is no protection against its mercilessness; its icy kiss steals life, little by little.
>.<" I hate the cold. Thank God for warmth. Guess how Jazz is feeling right now. Guess what else--it sucks.
*shivers*
~Eldalinde