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This particular day was so cold. The wind was heavy and the only way to walk was backwards, as snow was completely blinding my site. Sneaky little snowflakes crawled into my clothes, my camera and my eyes and slowly but surely literally everything was covered with a thick, white layer of snow. My camera became so cold and wet that it became almost totally uncontrollable and so did my fingers. And yet—at that moment—I wasn't aware of any cold or discomfort. There I was, lying in the snow, with a gorgeous fox in front of me that was just sitting there as if she didn't care about the snow at all. And how could I complain, witnessing a smiling fox bravely defying in a snow storm...?