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It was cold. So cold. Bitter wind whipped our faces. We did what we could to keep warm, but we didn't have much but ourselves. We huddled together our faces close, hoping, praying that this would make the cold a little less unbearable.
Cold. It was so cold. Our breath could be seen. We needed warmth and we only had each other. And so we huddled together. It was not much better, but it was comforting. And I think that's what we needed. Comfort.
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