The sudden calmness engulfed him. For a moment he had forgotten the bitter cold winds that pierced his flesh, ignoring of course the swathes of woolen clothes covering his skin.
Gradually he stopped shivering and was mesmerised by the picturesque scenery which earlier because of the fog failed to materialise. Such beauty, such perfection, it suddenly gave birth to a fear in his mind, the fear that something will ruin this moment. The unexpected queasy feeling interrupted his leisurely thoughts forcing him to ignore those enchanting view of the mountains.
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Fandango’s point makes mine! Funny! ♥
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Thanks for sharing, Michael.
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Thank you 🙂
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It’s a pleasure to share your work.
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Thank you 🙂
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