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Today it was snowing. It reminded me of the first time I saw snow. I remember I moved here in March and after a few days I saw the snow flakes from the window. I was so excited. Then I told my sisters “Snow! Snow!” we were so happy and we stood by the window to see the snow. |
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I like snow, especially after it snowed and go to the park. It is so beautiful and innocent. The snow covered the trees, bushes, benches, and the playground. |
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My little daughter loves snow. She likes to go the park and make a snowman and have a snow fight. She loves to roll on the snow and make snow angels. Sometimes she stays in the park for a long time. She is very happy and she enjoys it. But I stand there and wait for and a watch her. I almost became an icicle, but I very happy that she enjoys it. |
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When the snow becomes icy, mushy, slushy, and slippery, and when it becomes difficult to walk on the street, sometimes I fall down and get a bruise, but I still like snow. I still stay by the window. |
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