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Lightless Days

Lightless days make nights feel everlasting and time becomes extinct. Time is now told simply by the completion of tasks that are essential for my survival. The only thing keeping me alive is a man-made fire in the wood stove that requires constant tending. Stepping outside to retrieve more wood, the darkness brings a feeling of absence into the world around me. “It has been what seems like a century since I last felt the warm rays of sun kiss my face… a century since I was a witness to everything the light touches”, I spoke to myself as I trekked through a blanket of blinding snow.