It is sunrise. The meadow, blanketed in pristine and sparkling white, dazzles our eyes, causing momentary blindness when returning indoors.
This is the magical touch of the Snow Angel, the spirit of the glittering white winter landscape, as yet undisturbed by man or beast.
Her pale skin shimmers with a pearlescent finish. She holds in her hand a sparkling crystal-clear snowflake.
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