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I can see only white, everywhere... I am surrounded by white snow. It keeps falling, and the blue sky smiling to me shows me once again the beauty and wonder of nature. My footsteps are buried by more and more snow. The snow presses and forms little pieces of glass, which are then melted by the summer sun on the high mountains...
pure snow falling down protector of the summit - a world dressed in white A rabbit runs through the white sea. A little black spot on his head is the only thing that distinguishes him from the surroundings. It is like nature is a big organism, living and breathing inside all of us... nothing in my sight surrounded by emptiness - one cloud in the sky I move on. The frost doesn't come after me. It stays there, building a castle. A snow castle, that will fall under the first rays of sun. But it really doesn't matter. The beauty in every moment is the fact that every moment is unrepeatable...
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