The storm clouds seem endless.
Every break in the weather just brings more storms.
Relentless like a Pawn Stars marathon.
I’m cold. And wet. Soaked to the bone.
I march on, if only because the movement provides a bit of warmth.
A walker from The Walking Dead, looking for a bite to eat.
The journey has been long, and the path ahead looks only darker.
Other paths must exist. Out of the rain and cold.
The ultimate reality show, with no commercial breaks. Adventure Time.
Friends to support me. A Community of warmth.
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