Once upon a time, winter was cold. Not cold like it is now, but really cold. So cold that your breath would freeze as soon as it left your mouth, making a cloud of shiny little icicles that fell to the ground with a faint tinkling sound. It was pretty, but it made a slippery layer of ice over everything.
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“Crivăț and the Snow Curse”
About the story: Based on a traditional Moldovan story about spring.