The naked trees stood still like bony fingers
The slick snow was like sugary, ice, plane sheets. Crackling as crispy as bacon.
Hills deep as the river Thames and leads you to nowhere. Despite the crackling ice sheets, it was used as a ice skating ring. As a matter of fact, this path was used when the Highway came riding, riding, riding up to nowhere. It was so still, you could hear the wind.
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