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It was pure bliss. The sweet smell of freshly fallen snow was intoxicating. I drew in another breath, feeling the iciness of the winter air pierce my lungs.

Exhaling, I watched, as circles of steam danced around me, then disappeared.

I stood silently, my eyes closed, drinking in the cold.

I had expelled the demon but he had already captured my soul


The Daily Post – Bliss

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