The robed man clutched his arms to his chest under his thick robes, trying to keep warm.  He strode through snow up to his knees, plodding forward.  A glowing light began to shine in the distance through the darkness, and he tried to sprint towards it.

            His breath plumed from his mouth in a mist, as snow kicked up with every step.  He struggled, straining his way forward.  Slowly, methodically, inevitably, he reached the source of the light.

            He collapsed to his knees before a lonely cross, illuminated from within.  He knelt in prayer and gratitude, strengthened by the light.

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