Walking on ice
It is an icy,snowy,chilly morning the clouds are as white as fluffy,bouncy marshmallow’s moving in the chilled air.
As the gentle,bright white snow blows to the west of the chilly air the gentle,bleak air of the north pushes against the freezing ground of the bleak forest.
As the crackling ice cracks in the freezing water the icicles from the swaying trees drop one by one.
When the man walked into the cold,chilly blizzard his teeth are chattering as fast as a cheetah running.
As the clod air vanishes into the freezing water the ice of the river cracks and melts into the thin water
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