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the blue of the sky the gold of the sun the white and the green of the clouds and trees and the scent of pine needles hanging in the frozen air
“the scent of pine needles
hanging in the frozen air”, this line perfectly captures the solitude of an early morning walk in the forest.
I should be shivering but don’t want to go inside.