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The taste of winter      of pine              and snow                       and the beauty of the cold The wonderful juniper Reminiscent of a Minnesota December One sip of the gin And I am transported     to the forest     to the white and green     to the chill     to the peace          and joy I can almost feel the sap... My Christmas Spirit

As my heel skidded on the dry earth, the dust blew in the direction of my new path. Though I was running low on energy, I knew I couldn't keep continuing down my current path. As if the ominous red sky weren't enough to warn me, the black mass with glowing golden eyes was too much to ignore. In a cold sweat, I turned around to run back the way I came. I could sense the being on my back, but I dared not turn around. The dust from my rapid steps blew up to block my vision, but the open field and my current mission required no vision. Moving my legs as quickly as I could, I could not even tell if my feet were still touching the ground. The only