Slightly Overdramatized
The expansive white stretches to the horizon with nothing to break the glaring monotony. The wind shrieks across the barren land, whipping the snow into dizzied whirlwinds. The sun vainly tries to stretch its rays to touch the land, but is resisted by the blank gray skies. I collapse.
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