“Throw back your arms and breathe deep, deep,” Laura cried.
She knew that cold is not so cold if you are not afraid of it.
They threw back their arms and breathed the cold in,
and through their cringing noses it rushed deep into their chest and warmed them all over.
Even Mary laughed aloud.
“I can smell the snow,” she said. “So fresh and clean.
“The sky is bright blue and the whole world is sparking white,” Laura told her.
– The Long Winter, Laura Ingalls Wilder
by Gigi
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