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Cold

As the morning dew turns to frost, Once again, we are blessed by beauty. But at a cost. For humans, the cold isn't much fun. But ask a husky, they'll say they love it. Because it gives them the energy to play and run. Eventually, we love it too. It brings the promise of family, food, and something new.
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Oct 17, 2020
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