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RE: 25 Days of Christmas: Day Thirteen
While I am sitting enjoying the heat that the fog gives me, I start and hear some strange noises coming from outside. I stop rubbing my hands and try to listen carefully to see if I can identify their procedure. Suddenly, I hear the noise much louder! Without thinking, there is nothing better than the light of the moon. Could it be that the best has found me?