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  • When you are out on a very cold day in january. Everything is frozen.
    Great smells are captured in blocks of ice. Grass is covered with white crystals.

    You are out by the lake with your pack of people. You cant't drink the water, because it's solid. The world is different. Sparkling and white and harsh to your feet.

    Then you find a stick. A really good one. The kind that you can chew for a while and it still doesn't crumble. The kind that has been chewed and carried around by a couple of other dogs, before you. The kind that is just the right length and thickness. That you can carry with you, without great effort, but still with a sense of achievement.

    Those sticks are hard to come by. When you find one, it´s nice to chill with it for a while.
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