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Now the snow crunches beneath rigid shoes
Breath condenses like thick smoke sucked in by the wind
The air is cold, the bluish light, dogs with their noses to the ground and fur standing on end

New orders dry and sharp
sharp, sharp, sharp, sharp
No guarantees for anyone
No guarantees for anyone
No guarantees for anyone