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Grey!
That was the colour that described everything around him:nature,atmosphere,colours....everything... One glance around him and he felt as if the colour entered his soul,never to leave it! He got skared! Yes,he was alone,all alone in the middle of a forest - but that wasn't the first time that he did that! taking a straight look and analysing his situation - there was nothing to be afraid of - unless he were an old maid - bu no,he was a young,strong man,who had the courradge and the power to confrunt the whole world,and he would have donne it too! But now! What was this strange feeling inside? Oh,he knew that- it was fear! But what he did not understand,was why and wherefrom this sudden feeling of fear! it was strabge beeing skared,he felt like never before - he felt weak,powerless nad vulnerable.... Was it because of the dark? Yes,it was night,but that shouldn't have mattered....and suddenly it did! He stood like this ,thinking,for some time,looking aorund him,hoping to see something that should confirm him his fear ,or to show him that there was nothing strange,out of the ordinary... He started walking...at first slowly,insecure,but then with more and more confidence,yes,it seamed like the fear inside him had vanished! Oh,yes! It was getting normal now ,and he felt terriffic! He was his old self again,it was...it was...he had no words to describe it - what he could for shure say was,that it he felt....right! ......He opened his eyes slowly,his head hurt so badly! Not only his head,but his whole body....he tried to mov slowly his head,then his arms and tried to stand up! it was hard and he had to do it real slow,but he managed to stand on his own two feet...although he had wished ,he wasn't so shure of it now everything was in the blure,and he felt dizzy. he closed his eyes,and when he opened them,everything got back to normal! But what happened? Oh....he remembered now - he was walking very fast,almost running and....what happened next? he fell? Is that what occured? He tripped on somethingand....everything got black! And he woke up there! He felt so lonely,skared again,he wanted to ask for help,but there was noone around him - noone but the dark,leafless trees - he looked at them,and it seamed to look back! His whole body felt sour,he wanted to walk,but his legs wouldn't move .It was strange ...better said skary! He knew he had to go home ,to leave that place ,but he couldn't move - as if someone had put a spell on him. What was there to do? Was there a way out? If there was one,he didn't find it,although he thought hard about it! There was souch pressure,he couldn't stand it any more.... Only one thing came to his mind...he kneeled down,looked up at the sky and started to mumble something...he didn't remember it well,but h did his best....it was a prayer. At first silent,but then louder,he begged the Lord for forgiveness,for help! As he went on,he finished the paryer - he then spoke from his heart,he shared with the Lord everything that bothered him and asked for assistance to go through eveything and to succeed. His hands and his face were burning ...tears fell quietly down his cheeks, broke the chains that had held his soul and cleaned it... He starred at the sky....there were so many stars...they all glanced at him...all but one! That star shined so bright,it shined its light to him - offered its light to the lonely,skared man!... Now he remembered! It was clear ! Miracles did exist,and now he knew why: It was Christmas! There still was hope....
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