Winter makes me think of fun-filled ski-dooing.

Fun-filled ski-dooing makes me think of swerving sleds.

Swerving sleds make me think of rows of bare trees.

Rows of bare trees make me think of the weaving wind.

The weaving wind makes me think of the green toque protecting my ears.

The green toque protecting my ears makes me think of toast with melting butter and raspberry jam.

Toast with melting butter and raspberry jam makes me think of winter.

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