Winter Bloom

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Winter Bloom

The chill winter wind blew through the trees like cold steel through bone. Large flakes of pearl white snow whirled through the biting cold air like dancers pirouetting across a smooth floor. The air smelt of cold and emptiness, there was no life in this place. Aside from the wind there was no movement in the barren snow filled field. One could look forever across the plain; there were no landmarks, unless one knew what to look for. The man walking through the deep downy white knew though, all too well the landmarks of this place. From a distance he appeared as a large black shadow against the brilliant white snow. Upon c