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As the crisp air fills my lungs,
I watch the wonderland beside me.
Mother gently pulls my hand,
Taking me away from the scene.
"You'll get too cold," she tells me.
Yet why would it matter to me,
I have everything ever wanted.
When home is near I listen to
The careful crunch of fresh snow beneath my boots.
Never do I want to forget this moment.
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