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I watched as my hands shook from the cold.
I clenched them tightly,
shivering at the thought of dying here
without being able to see your face again
I whispered to myself "I’ll make it through this."
I smiled and watched the snow, fall around me.
The sun shone through the clouds and rested its warmth on my freezing fingers.
And I knew I would be all right,
when my hands got warm.