Snow is such an amazing thing. It is so beautiful, white and stainlessley pure. It always looks so soft, settled there on the cold, hard ground.
Snow always looks so soft and gentle that it takes great amounts of self control to prevent yourself from scooping it up into your hands. And when you do hold some of the oh-so-soft snow in your hands it is always a suprise when it bites you with it's chill. Somehow, we manage to convince ourselves that this particular snow is much prettier than the snow we held in the past and this snow won't bite us, it is far too pretty for that...
Snow always looks so soft and gentle that it takes great amounts of self control to prevent yourself from scooping it up into your hands. And when you do hold some of the oh-so-soft snow in your hands it is always a suprise when it bites you with it's chill. Somehow, we manage to convince ourselves that this particular snow is much prettier than the snow we held in the past and this snow won't bite us, it is far too pretty for that...
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