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Lauran Dier: A Walk in the Winter Woods

A crisp, metallic scent filled the air the moment Elara and I stepped out of the car. It was the smell of deep winter, of frozen earth and sleping things. The world, which had felt so cramped and noisy back in town, had opened up into a vast, silent cathedral of white and grey. I pulled my woolen...