Pg. 49
"I love wintertime in Kabul. I loved it for the soft pattering of snow against my window at night, for the way fresh snow crunched under my black rubber boots, for the warmth of the cast-iron stove as the wind screeched through the yards, the streets."
-I love the imagery that you get from this quote. You can actually picture it in your head perfectly. Well, since I live here in Texas, I don't really know what snow feels like, but I'm sure it feels all soft! But in all seriousness, you really can just close your eyes and see all the white snow around the place.
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