| Several Miles More Silver specks swirl, like the snow in a shaken snow globe, across my vision. My head pounds, profusely prominent with pain, while I force myself to continue. Like a thick London fog, my vision blurs. Heavy with sleep my eyelids droop, and my head begins to nod. With a start of surprise, my attention is grabbed and pulled. My head snaps up, my eyes snap open, and the fog begins to fade. The silver specks swirl slowly now, yet continue to be cumbersome to my incapacitated state. Forever pressing forward, the pain I attempt to ignore. My goal a speck of light, still several miles more. |
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