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Winds and Winter the grind Without Words Real
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Does life give us a second chance? The race had begun and she wondered if she would win this time round. Again and more lashing a bitter cold presses a tired flesh. The gusts of wind moaning and wailing at her with haunts of doubt, yet more ready she focuses and flips quickly the over-turned sled again, a thud of wooden beams her cue in retaking her seat. Squinting at the road ahead through a steady hail the sleds' low droning again grows louder and faster she speeds. All this commotion and this tension at fever pitch once again as she rejoins then the pack railing into a turn and for each racer she passes the more her breathe a pace more considered. All daring yes but only two now are there in front, more so daring than the rest. Holding firm these fit and fatigued three power out from a turn into the final leg. Deafening the sleds rocket on as about that parade of maddness, daring, and she just edges out another taking then second place. Nothing can be much heard nor much seen by any of these drivers only the faint audience roar, drowning in winter and wood clamoring on. Looking to retake her place the third cart she can hear losing track connection and, wipes out. Sarah fixes on the leaders cart watching for chances and for needed errors.
Does life give us a second chance? The race had begun and she wondered if she would win this time round. Again and more lashing a bitter cold presses a tired flesh. The gusts of wind moaning and wailing at her with haunts of doubt, yet more ready she focuses and flips quickly the over-turned sled again, a thud of wooden beams her cue in retaking her seat. Squinting at the road ahead through a steady hail the sleds' low droning again grows louder and faster she speeds. All this commotion and this tension at fever pitch once again as she rejoins then the pack railing into a turn and for each racer she passes the more her breathe a pace more considered. All daring yes but only two now are there in front, more so daring than the rest. Holding firm these fit and fatigued three power out from a turn into the final leg. Deafening the sleds rocket on as about that parade of maddness, daring, and she just edges out another taking then second place. Nothing can be much heard nor much seen by any of these drivers only the faint audience roar, drowning in winter and wood clamoring on. Looking to retake her place the third cart she can hear losing track connection and, wipes out. Sarah fixes on the leaders cart watching for chances and for needed errors.
