The river forelands are changed. A white coat of snow
and ice has covered it up. The shallow waters are frozen. The ice is still thin
and skating is only possible in a few places. The wind is blowing and it is
cold. In the river forelands some bushes with wild teasel are still standing.
Some goldfinch are anxiously searching for the last seeds, hidden in the sturdy
reminisces of the flower. All at the edge of a cold river.
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