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=Sample Description=

The sky was the color of the inside of a dull metal pot turned upside down. The previous evening a snowstorm had come howling across the valley. In its wake it covered the landscape and all that clung to it with a mantle of virgin snow. The winds whispered through the fairy- like trees as I made my way across the open field. I pulled the collar of my jacket up tightly against my neck, trying to shield my flesh from the harsh bite of the frigid air.