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... w of winter.
And also the first snow of her life.
Her tiny body only reached the very bottom of the wooden window, and to see outside, she needed to cling to the window and stand on tiptoes.
Watching the flakes drift, the lid of the well in the courtyard slowly turned white.
The black soil also turned white.
She saw Mom hurry out, carrying a large bundle of firewood back inside.
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