She stumbles into the cafe, hair in an entangled messy bun, her face smiles but her eyes don't shine. Her eyes feel cold. The kind of cold that hits you when someone opens the car door in winter. The cold wind blows to remind us of the challenges, of the tests, of the reality, that we may try to conquer nature and her extremes, but ultimately she can't be tamed.
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