Alone and cold in the early morning fog with a dampness that would soak any lightweight jacket to the bone; Janie made her way up the hill to the crest of the ridge on Black Foot Mountain. Just as she topped the ridge the sun made its debut just above the horizon on this crisp cold Friday morning. The sun was certainly welcomed in contrast to the cold air that penetrated her jacket which gave her chills that made her spine quiver in spite of her mussels contracting because of the temperature. The fog was dense with no signs of being lifted anytime soon. It was late December and winter was ...
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