The cold crisp sound, It echoes as I step. Crunch crunch. The cold hits my nose, As my eyes sting as the wind blows. Crunch crunch. It reflects the light, And shines so bright. Crunch Crunch. The white is all I see. The wind is all I feel. Crunch Crunch. The smell of hot chocolate in the air. The warmth of the blanket I long for. Crunch Crunch. I'm almost home.
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