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The unforgiving wind became harsh and stung my skin. It was hard to keep my eyes open, so I had to stagger with little sight. Not that I could see much, cept for the white covered trees and ground. Nothing was familiar anymore. Luckily the wind had pushed me against a rocky mountainside for then that was my guide. Slowly and steadily, I went with a hand on the stone wall and the other hand trying to shield my eyes as much as possible even if it was futile. After what felt like hours, I made it into a dry cave in the rockface. Relieved to be out of the biting winds and pelting snow...