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A woman sits on a cabin porch rocking chair, knitting a cream scarf. Snow piles high on the roof, and smoke curls from the chimney. She wraps a blanket around her legs, glancing at ice skates left by a frozen lake. Pine trees stand heavy with snow, and a breeze carries the crisp air. She tucks a loose thread, then pauses to sip hot cocoa—warm, cozy, wrapped in winter’s peace.