It's hard to describe what- or who- exactly Winter is. It's peace, it's war. It's the cold of the outside, but it's also the warmth of the hearth. It's the ice beneath your feet, but it's also the fire you carry in your pocket. It's a person more than it's a place- it comes and goes, takes and gives. Winter bursts in like a storm- and then it leaves, just as quickly as it comes.

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