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I have seen snow before. Yes, there is snow where I come from. A lot of snow. More snow than most of the world would be comfortable with. And it's not the light, fluffy, powdery snow that is good for skiing; no, the kind of snow we got was wet and heavy. The kind that packed solid. The kind that collapsed roofs and got stuck in Babushka's hair. It still makes me laugh, picturing her coming in from outside, her grey hair turned white with all the snow that had fallen on it. The snow would almost always pile up to the roof, and Father would have to dig it out so that we could open the door.
My name is Tiyan. I grew up in a small village near Yakutsk, Russia. It was cold almost year round, only getting warm in July. I didn't like summer; the snow would all melt, turning the ground into mud and the oxen would get stuck while trying to plow the fields. Our home was small, but cozy. It had a fireplace and t