Log cabin story
The bright blue sky with the shivering cold breeze.there were wolves howling growling at foxes.crooked trees staring at you through the path where you get closer to the forest and gets colder and colder hearing the crunching snow beneath your feet as you walk on the snowy path finally you meet the forest. You can feel the peacefulness the snowy branches catch my eyes with sparkles.
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