THE RUN
His run was miserable. The wind whipped off the creek froze my hair and the icy strands snapped at his face as he ran. Blowing snow made it impossible to distinguish between the path and the creek bank, and when he stumbled over a rock he hadn't even seen, only the dog's broad back kept me from falling flat. It was time to admit defeat.
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