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A body found in the snow is brought to the hospital. Tubes are inserted running warm water through its core. Prayers are said as tears fall. Fond memories of a life assumed are recalled in painstaking detail. Missed opportunities are sworn never to pass by again. A faint pulse returns. A flicker of life raises hope. In an exhausting amount of time the crisis passes. One by one a thousand cold orange dots wave from across the dark valley. |
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