wet snow, fall forest, rotting leaves, it's morning, you knew winter was coming but it's here, now, although the sun may melt snow today
you know these people have a while life but you have this limited interaction with them, although they are family now, technically
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anyway the woods is nice, crisp air, you are glad you got up early and took a walk although it's not what this moment is about
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you walk down a steep path and think how everything seems better when it's hilly, city or country or town, seems somehow "more"
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