A blizzard, an ice storm. The mountains invisible, the road impassable. Ivory legs, numb hands. And the descent. There are about fifteen kilometers to go: that descent is torture, a martyrdom. And here's a thought...
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A blizzard, an ice storm. The mountains invisible, the road impassable. Ivory legs, numb hands. And the descent. There are about fifteen kilometers to go: that descent is torture, a martyrdom. And here's a thought...