We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us.
You are in the wilderness, in sub-zero snow, with no help. You are walking...
After hours, you find tracks, only to realize they are your own. This is the second time this has happened. You have walked in circles...
You sit down to die, there is no shelter. Your last thoughts are of better times...
We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us.
You are in the wilderness, in sub-zero snow, with no help. You are walking...
You are in the wilderness, in sub-zero snow, with no help. You are walking...
After hours, you find tracks, only to realize they are your own. This is the second time this has happened. You have walked in circles...
After hours, you find tracks, only to realize they are your own. This is the second time this has happened. You have walked in circles...
You sit down to die, there is no shelter. Your last thoughts are of better times...
You sit down to die, there is no shelter. Your last thoughts are of better times...