crunch, crunch, crunch. stop. breathe, breathe, bring up camera. compose, compose a bit more. snap snap, breathe. crunch, crunch, crunch.
That is the noise that makes my shoulders hunch. Crunching footsteps on snow like fingernails on a chalkboard. I’m cringing and jumping from the crunching if I can’t ignore it.
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