It was December. I was walking in the forest. This forest was covered with snow. It was so perfectly, that I was smiling.
In forest were beautiful ice-covered trees, children ran around a trees and ate ice icicles. When I was small I am too ate ice icicles and my mother abused me.
While I observed to children started snowfall. Big snow flakes were flying from the sky. It was flying to face and melting. This weather reminded me that live is happy, all foretold Christmas.
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