Personal Narrative On Being Cold

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This day was cold but it was a fresh snowfall and we couldn't help but to go outside and enjoy it. We ended up with a camera in our hands to capture memories of our last days before winter break was over. My cheeks had a cold sensation and I knew they were bright red. Trying pull my coat down to my fingers became harder every minute but I didn’t even care about being cold because I was having the time of my life. As we stepped through the snow that had piled high the previous night, the tips of our fingers started to feel cold and dry and the snow found its way into our boots. None of that mattered though because we were only focused on how beautiful it was outside; how the snow fell almost perfectly onto the trees around us, how it was so

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