The house looks old but inviting. Cozy warm like my nana waiting for me at her kitchen table with a warm batch of cookies. The snow is crunchy under my feet when I walk. When I look at this I think I could go hunting and ride motorbikes. The chimney smoke brings me memories of when I was at the beach with my nana and dad cooking fish and the smell of burning wood and cooked marshmallow.
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