The feeling of me being at the mercy of nature, and the necessity to make bold moves, to survive. In a blizzard, sitting in front of a campfire which is not quite sufficient to keep you safe, when do I choose to run into the whirling wind and snow and when do I decide to wait for the weather to calm down?
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