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In the beginning there was a blizzard . It was the kind of blizzard that could effortlessly mold ice sculptures out of snow and spruce . The night was raw, giving shivers to any brave one who was bold enough to challenge Mother Nature , and its icy embrace . You could almost hear the sky hum a high pitch, although it was more likely a consequence of the brain freeze . Tonight there was no reason to stay outside for too long. With the last bit of energy that was not used to reserve warmth, he opens the squeaky door of the old cabin, lights up the fireplace to warm him on the outside and finally pours a little something to warm him on the inside.