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Jan 2016
A blanket of white on the ground.
The same covering the trees around.
Wind blowing the snow in my face.
Honestly, I love this wintery place.
It's home to everything I know.
In January, all we can see is the snow.
Finally gave a good snowfall here and it's something I love
AB
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