The roar of the December winter wind is growing louder. In this silent hour, when all living creatures are in deep slumber, I am awake, wandering through a world of diverse
thoughts. I rose from bed and looked out through the window. The continuous snowfall has completely covered the earth. In the glow of the streetlights, the bare tree branches
look magnificent. The front veranda and the walkway must be covered by now.

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