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This Winter Обои contains бук, дерево бук, ponderosa, пондероса сосны, западная желтая сосна, бык сосна, сосна жёлтая, пондероса, сосна пондероса, сосна обыкновенная, бычья сосна, пиндус, жёлтая, западная сосна жёлтая, ситка ель, ель ситхинская, кудрявый, ситхинской ели, and ель sitchensis. There might also be береза, дерево березы., американская белая береза, бумажная береза, paperbark береза, каное береза, betula cordifolia, берёза бумажная, береза березовая, береза каноэ, бетула кордифолия, бетула папирифера, бумага береза, папербарк береза, каноэ береза, берёза cordifolia, дуглазии, дугласовая пихта, and дуглас ель.
Just another день in paradise . . .
It’s almost four degrees below zero and I step outside.
Snowflakes twinkle lazily in the air as they head for the ground.
Everything is covered in a blanket of snow.
The world is undisturbed as not even a bird chirps.
I take a step into the crunchy snow.
Freezing air wraps around me and I shiver.
I venture another step вперед and I’m swept into a beautiful world.
There’s white as far as the eye can see.
I take a breath of fresh, crisp air and lean down to take some snow.
The snow is perfect: Ominous white made of thousands of compact snowflakes.
I lick the snow, my tongue brushing along each bump.
I feel a drop on my head.
I look up.
In a flurry, snowflakes dive bomb to the ground.
The fall around me, and I open my mouth.
Tiny little snowflakes land in my mouth.
I smile happily.
I Любовь winter.
It’s almost four degrees below zero and I step outside.
Snowflakes twinkle lazily in the air as they head for the ground.
Everything is covered in a blanket of snow.
The world is undisturbed as not even a bird chirps.
I take a step into the crunchy snow.
Freezing air wraps around me and I shiver.
I venture another step вперед and I’m swept into a beautiful world.
There’s white as far as the eye can see.
I take a breath of fresh, crisp air and lean down to take some snow.
The snow is perfect: Ominous white made of thousands of compact snowflakes.
I lick the snow, my tongue brushing along each bump.
I feel a drop on my head.
I look up.
In a flurry, snowflakes dive bomb to the ground.
The fall around me, and I open my mouth.
Tiny little snowflakes land in my mouth.
I smile happily.
I Любовь winter.
