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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Hialw
@klop
That moment gave me something I didn’t know I needed.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Even the silence between lines felt like care.
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