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"I'll die on this hill", the chill in the air seizing my words and making them visible, mirroring the clouds above as I take in the view one last time. Dreary, but no less beautiful for that.
My hand idly stroking the wet grass as I sit, rendered immovable by my decision and my injuries, shakily trying to accept that I'll never again move from this spot.
"....I will die on this hill."