Snows in the mountains, everything in its time. The frost resets the air, everything smells like fresh bed linen. Ozone. It is the planet as we remember it.
Snows in the mountains, everything in its time. The frost resets the air, everything smells like fresh bed linen. Ozone. It is the planet as we remember it.
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