: The girl bit back that familiar wistful longing—a white winter world of snow, of a long neck and a spotted coat—and found herself staring at a giraffe, dusted with a light layer of snow. There was no snow on the ground, but it was covered in soft, white snow; the trees around it had all been stripped bare, their branches weighted down with frost

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