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Winter Wonderland

by Tara

We crawled out of our (chilly) igloo around 7am this morning, reluctant like crinkly-faced moles emerging from their dark, underground tunnels. Rubbing the sleep out of our eyes, we were utterly delighted to find that, while we were hibernating in our thick, snowy, windowless cavern, the world had been silently covered with a fresh blanket of white, and a thin layer of lace-like frost had bloomed on every twig and branch. Magical!

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