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| Fitzhugh Karol, "Searches" |
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| Don't look now, but there's a snow-wight behind you |
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| Raptured? |
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| Not Hercules Poirot; the moustache is all wrong |
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| "For a couple o' pins," says Troll, and grins, "I'll eat thee too, and gnaw thy shins. A bit o' fresh meat will go down sweet! I'll try my teeth on thee now. Hee now! See now! I'm tired o' gnawing old bones and skins; I've a mind to dine on thee now." |
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| Landscape dotted with people, dogs, and snow-wights |
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| Parent and Child |
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| Dogs off-leash bounded joyfully to greet other dogs and romp in the snow; I couldn't stop smiling. |
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| Oh rats, and here I was with my catcher's mitt |
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| Not quite Narnia |
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