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Feb 2019
It is wintertime.

You are in the forest.
There are pine trees and other trees around.

There are some snow and pine cones scattered on the ground. A light covering.

It is gently snowing large sized flakes very slowly.

As you stand in the forest -- there are no sounds except a few birds in the trees.

It is so quiet you can almost hear the snow fall.

It takes your breath away.
Barbara R Maxwell
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