The Cold North warmed my soul. Like Toria, my dear comrade, who followed me on any adventures. That day I took her to a hill without paths, through swamps. You should have seen our jumping from bump to bump, but it still did not save us from getting wet paws. Climbing higher, the lichen on the old hills seemed to us a soft sheet, it was pleasant to roll on it. The winds that raged from all sides interfered, but that's what we need thick skins so that we don't freeze.
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