A positive personal philosophy won't keep one from dying. Take solace: everyone fears the lone rider. At the end in the fight to remain, everything slips away except the desire for survival. The full March Moon shown across ice covered snow. The ground glazed, the ice a sheen in the lunar light. I tossed out High John The Conquer root and Pennyroyal. They tap-danced then settled on illuminated frost. I said your name thrice. I summoned you.
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