#FWF Free Write Friday: Quote Prompt

“We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.” — Louise Erdrich, Tracks Out of the mist they march Cloaked in white, invisible, An army of wraiths, frightening the crows, Away from the living, they march towards Hell On their way destroying all evils...   Image: Mieczysław Jakimowicz, Foreboding, 1907, via http://snowce.tumblr.com/