"Outside the cold sharpened and the moonlight was reflected in all the green and red panes.

'Tell me about the snow,' Moomintroll said and seated himself in Moominpappa's sun-bleached garden chair. 'I don't understand it.'

'I don't either,' said Too-ticky. 'You believe it's cold, but if you build a snowhouse it's warm. You think it's white, but at times it looks pink, and another time it's blue. It can be soft, and then again harder than stone. Nothing is certain.'"

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