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White feathers of Angels descend to the ground. Frost gives them voice. The sun lends sparkle to everything. Glittering. Winter spreads its art. Everything is so cold. So mysterious. Glistening. And you step into that beauty, where paths are covered with frost. And into the heart enters the warmth that only frost can give. Sense the beauty of the glistening, the sounds of sparkling. Beneath your feet the snow crunches Feathers of Angels. Dream.