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... y and the sea of trees, there was no distinct boundary, only a chaotic expanse of white.
The cold wind, like countless tiny blades, swept mercilessly through the still forest. It carried with it grains of snow that danced wildly in the air before gently settling onto the thick layer of snow below.
The snowflakes did not fall one by one but in clumps and clusters that blanketed every treetop and every branch, turning the originally profound green into endless silver-white.
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