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The door flew open and with a blast of freezing air in they all walked, laughing. They were dressed in heavy boots, rugged up against the winter cold and all of them clasping things in their reddened hands; seed heads, dried flowers, moss, rose hips, lichened twigs from some rare tree.…
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