Felix

  • The hills stretch before me, rolling like the backs of slumbering giants beneath a sky of shifting gray. The wind tears through the fir trees, bending their dark spires and sending a flurry of needles dancing through the air. The first dusting of snow rides the gusts in swirling eddies, its delicate touch already lost…

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