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stillheten i et snøfall
“The snow was endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors; it had a way about it. A beauty. But I knew that, like many things, beauty could be deceiving.”
― Cambria Hebert, Whiteout
snow
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
― George R.R. Martin
A Game of Thrones
