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The snow slowly drifting to the ground like steady confetti.The winter breeze gushes past my cheek like a wind blower.The smell of crispy roast dinner invades my body like a cold.The sound of hail banging on my window is like meteorites.The gentle pitter pattering of snow on my hand feels like being  in a calm storm of relaxation.The feel of trudging through elegant snow is like walking through water.

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