early winter
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The mountain air whistled, trying at the garments with icy fingers, tugging and twisting. Her hands were caught at her shoulders against it, lest she lose the wrap about them. It was a simple shawl for now, almost blending in with the rest of her muted habit, stripped from her colours as she was...- Ronja
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- early winter free states the mountains
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