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I love those clear mornings when the air is so cold that you can see your breath.


Winter is coming.
 The nature is sorted new again.

 Maybe we should do that too? I love those clear mornings when the air is so cold that you can see your breath. Winter is coming. The nature is sorted new again. Maybe we should do that too?
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