Merritt Mauzey, "Cold Trail" (ND)
Merritt Mauzey, Cold Trail (ND)
Can a Game Be Literature?

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August 7, 2003:

Hairs on end on the flesh of your arms as the heat of your body trickles away like blood spilling from open arteries.

No jacket can protect from a wind like this. Until at last the cold penetrates the bones and settles inside of you, where life should be instead.

Is this what death is?