My quest for the lost snowflake is hotting up, or chilling up, being winter and all and everywhere I go there's snow, snow, snow! Snow on the ground, snow in the air, snow of my nose, snow in my hair, snow on my gloves, snow everywhere I stare! I better be careful not to stand still for too long for fear I might become a snowdrift.
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(aimless wanderings in Andarah)
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