The people, simplistic by nature, moving, trudging through the thick heavy snow on their way into the village proper. They were bundled up in thick woolen clothes, so tightly they reembled eskimos. They spoke to eachother in strange tongues foreign to me.
The thick black-stained trees arched over the paths and their branches streching out towards the sky like the fingers of a Witch. Their trunks were thin, crumbling and emanciated, starved of the Summer Lustre they used to have. Some were thin and emanciated, others thick set, deep rooted and heavy. The fluffy white powder was softer than anything you could imagine and it was so fine it looked like it glowed.
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