The air outside is cold. The wind is brisk and raw. Hail mounds hide in shadowy corners remembering the temperature of night. Primroses timidly dance on the breath of departing winter.
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The air outside is cold. The wind is brisk and raw. Hail mounds hide in shadowy corners remembering the temperature of night. Primroses timidly dance on the breath of departing winter.
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