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Pure White
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I exited the glass doors
The wind blowed my rose pink cheeks
Except this time the wind was not the warm breeze that once roamed my surroundings
The feel of humid air that was once inescapable had disappeared.
Now all I see is pure white everywhere.
No leaves, no grass, simply pure white.
Everything looks magical in a landscape.
White white white is all I see and I am so happy to be back here in February!!!
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