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There's something inherently magical about Snow as a child. Waking up in the night to utter silence, looking out to see the blanketed land and against the dark hazy sky. I loved when the snow on the ground was seemingly brighter in contrast to the sky itself. Everything was so still and serene but all the same jovial, like a painting. The only other word I can think to describe it is solemn.
