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The cold takes my breath away and makes the inside of my nose stick together, so I tug my scarf up all the way to my eyes. The snow on the ground sparkles like diamonds and the air is filled with tiny ice crystals twinkling out of the sky.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! When I walk it sounds like I’m wading through a bag of potato chips. No chance of sneaking up on anyone in this stuff.