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I can't think of anything more wonderful in the winter than virginal snow. Especially at night when your ears absorb the swoosh as your steps kick the powder out and the rubbery scrunch as the sole of your boot packs it underneath.




















Too many people complain about snow, but there's something magical about those white flakes dripping from the heavens.

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