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Jun 19. 2025
I cover distance in miles and creeping in silence. I blur your sight and cloak the ground. I am born of breath when cold and still. I vanish fast and leave no trace - what am I?
Jun 19. 2025
I cover distance in miles and creeping in silence. I blur your sight and cloak the ground. I am born of breath when cold and still. I vanish fast and leave no trace - what am I?