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The bleak bare trees stared back
from a white sky, the frozen faces of snowmen petrified by the frost of the
previous night. Coal eyes look out pitifully.
Children
approach warily, their welly boots scrunching through the white wastes.
“Is
he looking at us?” said the first boy, head shaven and goose pimpled. He
pointed at the largest snowman, a crooked carrot for a nose.
“What
if I am?”
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