butwithin the inner confines of our home, next to a good fire, the cold is just something we see through the window glass.
A gnome warms himself, no longer out in the snow-covered garden, and happy of it! He hurriedly strode in by himself, stood on tip-toes to turn the door knob, and was so proud of himself that he took a bow. He's always bowing, as though he was frozen that way.
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