Snow

by Isla Froberg aged 7 (I am 11 now)

I can hear the rustling leaves floating in the whistling wind.
I can see the crisp white snow crunching under my footsteps.
I can smell the freezing air rushing quickly up my nose.
I can taste thick, sweet hot chocolate sliding smoothly down my throat.

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