Every photo tells a story.
What's your story?
I turned and looked at our tracks. We had gone so far, but I knew it wasn't anywhere close to how far we still had to go. The crusted snow crunched under my boots. I could feel the cold seeping in through my soles to my feet. It was cold and it would only get colder. We needed to find shelter and soon. But as I looked out over the barren, snow covered landscape, I knew shelter was out of reach and freezing to death was more likely.
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