The end of winter is approaching, all the snow melts and the air is full of water mist and fog. The creeks swell and become small raging rivers. The shore is flooded from the icy water. Everywhere it's quiet, you can hear only your own footsteps on the harsh snow. The breath is a gray-white cloud. People are waiting for the return of the warm sun.
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