The mountain rises in snow-white brilliance, a silent invitation to good for the soul not to accept.
In this winter season, beneath the cherry-glow sunrise, is the snow-forest childhood dreams are made of.
Upon the rise of the sun the forest is so snow-white. It has a pristine aura that begs of the soul to stop for a moment and let the sight enter your soul.
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