Frosty Foothills

She felt nothing.
She sat cold and fragile
At the foot of a mountain
Covered in snow.
She called for help
But her voice echoed
Through valleys
Fragmented,
Unheard.
She knew there was help
At the mountain top
But she didn’t have the strength to climb
And she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
And so she sat,
Feeing nothing,
Cold and fragile,
In the frosty foothills.

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