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« on: October 10, 2018, 09:41:26 PM »

The fire has burned a hole through the snow so that he can barely feel the heat anymore.  Soles of the boots have melted off in patches leaving bits of his feet open to whatever warmth is available.  Socks long melted. Frost bite is setting in. You can smell burnt rubber wrapped around the wood smoke, strangling it. He's stranded. He's been laying in the lean to made of the last pine tree he could find for days now, using the branches as a cushion to lay on, poles cut from a willow supporting the branch roof, his feet hanging out toward the fire. He's out of food and down to his last cup of water. He's out of fire wood too.  He didn't mean to run out of gas while checking the trapline; he's getting older, forgetful. He lays there, wondering if death will come today or if it'll be rescue. No one really knows where he is, but hopes his last friend, he can't let it go while there's breath to draw. The fire was his last connection to life. Dying to ashes now; smoldering away to nothing. He hopes he's remembered as a man who tried his best. Lets go of life with a last whisper of breath, a match to the last hiss of the fire as a snowflake gently falls into it's ring of fading comfort.

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