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山里的气温很低，空气里有水分，风从旷野上吹过来，灌满她的裙摆。我让她抱着大束白色蕾丝花站在那里，花比她整个人还大。风吹过来的时候她单薄的身体一直在晃动。
她举着放大镜，镜片上映出花朵的纹路。我透过取景器看她，觉得她像一棵植物。
每拍完几个镜头，我就跑去抱抱她。双手用力揉搓她的手臂，她的皮肤很凉很凉。许是因为寒冷，许是因为别的。我们一直在聊天，风声太大，她的声音很远，对话一直断断续续的。
她说起多伦多的冬天，那种被白色包围的感觉，每一场雪对她来说都是一次想逃的念头。雪不停地下，地面、屋顶，烟囱，树枝，全部被盖住，白得看不见路，也看不见尽头。她说，一到冬天就很想离开。
她怕冷，但她在会下雪的国家生活了很久。
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