Wintery scenes of snow and ice flashing across
television screens of weather and news.
People bundled in layers of clothes, bent over,
hurrying along, wanting to get out of the
freezing cold into their nice warm, cozy houses.
Visions of cups of hot chocolate, tea or coffee
dancing in their heads, helping to keep a sense
of pleasure alive in their minds.
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