The forest

November 8, 2009
I awake to the faint sound of falling snow
And the gentle sound of swaying trees
A strong sent of burning wood and fresh pine fills my nostrils
As I rise from my bed I am greeted by a frozen sheet of wind
It cuts my face and sends shivers down my spine
As I look outside
I see a scarce amount of woodland creatures scurrying about
There is little life in this frozen paradise

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