setting the scene #improv

Wild winds howling like a hungry pack of wolf’s, your ears and nose frost-bitten to death from the ballistic blizzard, eyes battered  by the snow, mind screaming collapse and die… when suddenly everything stops, everything is silent? ©

JKG

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