I look around at all the candles and, though romantic, can't help but think of them as ironic. Fire. A vampire's worst nightmare. And we chose to light the cabin with it...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and swallow, my wound healing. I sigh, "S'not so bad. S'not like the house is gonna burn down. We just have to stay away from them. S'still romantic."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
In the winter months, snowstorms and rainfall in the Patagonian Ice Fields can drastically affect the landscape. Worsened by heavy winds, such storms can reduce visibility and lead to glacial calving, ice collapses, and avalanches. During these conditions, travel is not advised. — The Documentarian