It gets twenty degrees colder overnight, and you wake to a dark sky and glittering grass. First frost, first frost. Your breath steams, the ground crunches underfoot. But cold skies are clear skies. Later, you will be glad there is sun.
It gets twenty degrees colder overnight, and you wake to a dark sky and glittering grass. First frost, first frost. Your breath steams, the ground crunches underfoot. But cold skies are clear skies. Later, you will be glad there is sun.
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