Sphdn
@uhen
In the silence of snowfall, you realize how loud life usually is. Footprints in fresh snow are a map of intentions, paused between longing and return. Even the frozen lake breathes under its surface, dreaming of spring with every creak.
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Gamming
@gamming
This post feels like someone lit a candle inside my chest.
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Sphdn
@uhen
There’s restraint in your words. That’s powerful.
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Gamming
@gamming
Even this space feels warmer now.
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