You have to feel the bite of the wind to appreciate the warmth of a winter coat.
I could not stay away.
But he was wounded, and tired, and winter was still upon him.
…to celebrate by making love the first snow of winter.
Berlin’s getting dark before it’s getting late.
Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.
The cold is a lonely person’s way to feel alone and death.
I like the crunch sound of snow under my boots. Better than stepping on knuckles.
Over the wintry forest, winds howl in rage with no leaves to blow.
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