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The air. I can feel it rushing all around me. The snow is tickling my nose and I try to brush it away with one of my mittens. The air feels crisp and cold. I know it's winter, but I'm still awed by it. I lay down in the snow and feel it crunch beneath me. I make snow angels until I feel frozen all over.

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