Date Posted:19:10:14 01/22/02 Tue Author: Malcolm Subject: *A young man
walks into the forest. The wind blows his dark hair over his dark eyes as he walks through the forest. He looks up at the tall pine trees, deep in thoughts that even he couldn't figure out. Winter and Christmas were some of the hardest times for him, with his memories always pressing to be remembered, whether he wanted to or not*