Sometimes there is a rejoice so much extent. I feel inside.

 

 

And then things get to a calmness, inside.

 

 

There were so much snow coming from sky.

 

 

They all slide when they fall on me. 

 

 

It is because of my shape.

 

 

my soil is wet and it turned to mud. they are sticky.

 

 

I hear the sound of muds when they walk.

 

 

It is dark but it is not black tonight.

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