Dear Mountains of Austria,
You are my favorite. I miss you quite terribly. I will always remember seeing the snow fall all around you, alighting on all the tree branches as if you were dressing up for a party. The snow was your pearls. How could you not steal my heart, looking like that, and giving me exactly my favorite things? Snow, travel, mystery, excitement, beauty; you had it all. Someday I will come back to you, but sometimes the wait is too much to bare. If only I was with you right now! My dear, beautiful mountains, I'll always be in love with you.
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