Winter
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Winter looks like starry snowflakes trickling down my back.
Winter sounds like rain pounding on the roof like a heart that never stops beating.
Winter tastes like hot chocolate and cakes straight from the oven.
Winter smells like smoke bursting through the chimney, from the flaming fire.
Winter feels like freezing cold snow freezing my hands off.
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