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    The gray-white sky hung low, with heavy clouds.
    The distant mountains faded layer by layer into the mist, like ink spreading across paper. That kind of quiet grandeur felt even more powerful than a sunny day.

    At the foot of the mountain, the little town was wrapped in snow in the gentlest way. The rooftops were neatly blanketed in white, and the river and bridges cut clean lines through the scene.
    It kept the view from feeling too still, and instead gave this comforting sense that everyday life is still here.

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