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plonqThe bitter cold hasn't come yet, but it will. Even so, when the sun goes down, and the winds are still, and the snow is lit by the cold touch of the moon and the orange glare of sodium lights, it really starts to look like winter.
The glow of the neighbour's house lights the night like a beacon of warmth.
The glow of the neighbour's house lights the night like a beacon of warmth.
