Story by Jefferson L. Morriss Photos by Jefferson L. Morriss and Anthony Fiorillio Blackness. The feeling of something wet streaming down from my head. Cold all around me. Bleak, indistinguishable forms starting to move near me. Consciousness starting to wake me. Where was I? You hear about people falling into crevasses, but I never thought I’d experience one firsthand. It …
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