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NYT FORDLE CLUES Y SOLUCIONES: 14 de enero

Autor : Claire Actualizar : Feb 22,2025

¡Strands presenta otro rompecabezas diario de palabras! Resuelva descubriendo palabras ocultas de una sola pista y colocándolas correctamente en la cuadrícula. Algunos rompecabezas de hilos son notoriamente desafiantes. ¿Necesitas ayuda con el de hoy? Mire a continuación las sugerencias, los spoilers y la solución completa.

NYT Games Strands Puzzle #317 (14 de enero de 2025)

La pista de hoy es "paquete". Se ocultan siete palabras: un pangram y seis palabras temáticamente relacionadas.

New York Times Games Strands sugerencias

¿Necesitas un empujón sin spoilers? Estas sugerencias ofrecen pistas sutiles:

Sugerencia general 1

Sugerencia 1: artículos que te mantienen cálido al aire libre.

Sugerencia general 2

Sugerencia 2: texturas suaves y gruesas.

Sugerencia general 3

Sugerencia 3: ropa exterior para protección contra el clima frío.

Spoilers parciales

¿Quieres un vistazo a un par de respuestas y su colocación? Verifique estas secciones:

spoiler 1

Palabra 1: bufanda

spoiler 2

Word 2: Chaqueta

Solución completa a los hilos de los Juegos del New York Times de hoy

¿Listo para la respuesta completa? Esto revela todas las palabras temáticas, el Pangram y su ubicación.

Tema: ropa de invierno. Palabras: bufanda, guantes, chaqueta, parka, guantes, gorro.

Explicación de la solución

La pista "Bundle Up" sugiere prepararse para el clima frío. El invierno requiere ropa cálida. Todas las palabras temáticas representan ropa de invierno.

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