Wednesday, 3 June 2015
I spent what appeared to be most of my nights sleep, walking in ice. It was a frozen river and I carefully trod on the ice listening to to crack under my weight. I starred intently down at my feet as cracks shot from under my boots like lightning streaks across the ice.
I was totally confident that the frozen water wouldn't break, and I somehow knew it would hold me. I didn't once look up from my feet and had no idea where I was.
Posted by Max Walsh
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