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I walked outside all bundled up. The air is cold and crisp today. I went over to grab a sled and marched up to the top of the hill. By the time I was at the top my nose was pink from the cold air. I sat the sled down and sat on top. As I started down the hill the wind blew in my hair. When I reached the bottom I relized how much excitment can come from sliding down the hill.

It was fuzzy, cozy, and yet so cold. I threw snowballs at the tree, as it flew, I thought about ice cream, taking it when the sun hit hard and you need a snack but it was even too cold to take one. Making snow angels take me back to memories of being a kid and felt like I was floating on water, but the angels of the water were invisible, I went sledding and as the sled went through the snow, I felt like I was back on water but like a boat on water. I and my sister took turns pulling the sled, the sled tipped over and I laughed. The coldness made my nose and ears red. The air blew my air like waves of an ocean, the excitement in the air is what I love the most.

wassup

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