The ground is mostly covered and there's small blankets through out the trees.
Ice pixies dancing in the night's light shine, twinkling in their laughter. Against my window they meet death melt from curiosity. Dark sky cool with its night wind rivering through the mountain peaks and swirls fills within the entire valley. Icy kiss bites my hand from the slit open window. The calming howl of winter wolf, still off a ways, calls of its coming.
It is snowing outside.
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