The whiteness of winter haunts the air and blankets the ground. Birds and squirrels forage for buried treasure. The air has the stillness of softness and gently floating snowflakes.
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The whiteness of winter haunts the air and blankets the ground. Birds and squirrels forage for buried treasure. The air has the stillness of softness and gently floating snowflakes.
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