The frosty air kissed my cheeks as I walked through piles of fresh, crunchy snow and crystal ice. I kept running and running further up the snowy hills. Rustling trees were blowing in the wind behind me. I breathed in the chilly but smokey air. The sky was a bright clear blue. The soft green trees danced in the breeze. I am imagining a warm fireplace calling my name with every fire crackle. The crisp snow grasped on to my feet. I forced my way through the ice. I looked around and noticed blankets of thick snow everywhere. The thought of being in bed was a fantastic but partly dreadful feeling because it was a long way to get home. I will never forget the fresh clean snow, the dancing green trees. What a magical place to be in!
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