Voyage

I remember the snows like I remember my childhood.
It was unexplainably fun, serenely white and beautiful as I remembering it, inaudibly.
It was superb cold, but family can warmed up the air in their car.
Yes, snow and car. A few times, we used to travel a long road back then. Once, the snow was thick. Our jackets was thick. And our car broke down. I don’t really remember where we went though, but what I understand is that it was a young journey, our journey.

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