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The snow came up around him, took him, and swept him away. He strived for the surface, knowing that once the avalanche came to settle, he would be trapped. And he would die, buried in ice. He couldn’t allow that to happen. He had responsibilities. A team who was counting on him. So he swam for his life. Arm over arm, towards what he hoped was the surface, a lighter shade of white. He breathed in snow, his lungs struggling for air. A hand broke the surface…. And the white solidified around him. Too late. **********
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