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A Little Explorers Journal entry \u2014 Winter<\/em><\/strong><\/p>

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Hello again, wanderer!<\/p>

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It\u2019s me, Bran <\/strong>\u2014 with a feather full of snow and a story full of light.<\/p>

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The Greengatherer says that when the nights grow long, the land holds its breath. But I think the world is just listening \u2014 waiting for the first song of winter to begin.<\/p>

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It started here, in a quiet corner of the woods near Royden Park. The branches were heavy with frost, each one glittering like silver lace. Even my favourite oak, old and kind, had gone still beneath its snowy crown.<\/p>

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That\u2019s when I saw it \u2014 a glow between the trees. Not the sunrise, not a star \u2014 but a lantern, resting in the snow. Its flame was small and green-gold, just like the Greengatherer\u2019s.<\/p>

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I hopped closer. The light flickered gently, and the snow around it shimmered like tiny mirrors. It wasn\u2019t a forgotten lantern at all \u2014 it was waiting.<\/p>

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So I sang. A winter song \u2014 soft and round, the kind you can hear even with mittened ears.<\/p>

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And do you know what happened? The trees answered. Not with voices, but with light \u2014 a slow, rising shimmer that moved from root to branch, from snow to sky.<\/p>

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I realised then that the lantern wasn\u2019t meant to be found by one explorer \u2014 it was meant to remind us all. That warmth doesn\u2019t only live in fire. That stories don\u2019t sleep in winter. That even in the quiet, the world remembers us.<\/p>

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When I flew home, the light followed me \u2014 just a thread of gold through the white air, leading the way.<\/p>

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So if you ever find a glow in the snow \u2014 don\u2019t be afraid to look closer. It might be one of the Greengatherer\u2019s lanterns, keeping watch until spring.<\/p>

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\ud83d\udd4a\ufe0f<\/span> Try This, Little Explorer:<\/strong><\/p>

Go for a winter walk and see what shines when the world seems cold. A glint of ice, a red berry, a robin\u2019s chest \u2014 or maybe, just maybe, a story beginning to glow.<\/p>

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