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The wind in the trees...

The pines make a different sound swaying in the deep cold. Like the creaking of an old door.

A wild energy to the winter nights. The tips of the trees glitter with ice. Occasionally you hear it crack in the wind. The sky is restless even when the rest of the world is asleep and waiting for it to warm -- no animal moves when it's this cold. Nights like this belong to winter alone.