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Dalgina had a hard time comprehending how large the world could possibly be. She had only seen a small section of it, and even with Mahn's stories about the arctic Dalgina didn't quite grasp it. Her imagination stretched, told about these places across the sea that were full of these strange sights, and canines living piled up. Her eyes widened before shaking her head. I won't get lost. She didn't like getting lost, as often as she did it.
The carving finished Dalgina picked up the last piece of wood, apprehensive. This one was for herself. She'd done her siblings first so that she wouldn't forget, but also because she couldn't imagine wearing something she'd made. She fiddled it in her hands before starting the slow strokes to form a snowflake, still listening as he spoke. She nodded her head, looking around. Out here there's life. In the city, it's more choked.
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