The witch looks into the distance with hope – there, behind the darkness, cold and endless snow, summer sleeps. Today she sees him in the smallest candle, in a flame fluttering in the icy wind – and she is already waiting for a green, warm spring. And walking along a snowy path through the forest is not at all scary if you know that fragrant herbs sleep under a white coverlet, and the sun still lives behind the clouds.
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