It was near daylight, out of the darkness came two glary-eyes, spread apart like an owls; scared, looking every which way. Then they'd vanish. He could see-had caught a glimpse of-and now was refocusing, could see, a barn in the far-distance, between the naked trees and his shivering body, under naked branches, where he was huddled, and now over him was an emerging dim-whitish blue sky, rising; he was slightly blinded by the pure white snow that surrounded him, and night turning into day (he was in a wooded area, called the Boundary Waters, in upper Minnesota, it was the winter of 1990...)

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