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As we passed by Father Christmas into the open air, I realized that it had become, during this last half-hour, very much colder.
Snow was now falling with a soft determination, settling against the cheek like the touch of a dove's wing, touching the hand with an intimacy that seemed to be the privilege of oneself alone.