@marzbal
The narow, ruged mountain road is covered with snow, silent and demanding.
Above it, the sky has turned into a batlefield where the soft light of the sun clashes with drifting white clouds.
The biting cold overpowers the warmth of the sunlight, reminding everything of winter’s authority.
Yet, within all this aparent harshnes, beauty flows quietly through nature a beauty that does not shout, but endures,
teaching us that even in strugle, grace can exist, and even in cold and resistance, life still finds a way to shine.
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