: It was a soft blanket of snow covering the ground, and the trees had dusted frost on their branches. The deer kept moving, smoothly, its fur resembling the pale landscape, nibbling during pauses to chew on a bit of green protruding through the snow. This stillness fit with the stillness of winter, as if nature itself was taking a breath, awaiting the world to come to a lull in the beautiful stillness of winter.

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