Sphdn
@uhen
I found a bench half-buried in snow, barely visible, but solid. I brushed it off and sat. The cold bit through my coat, but I stayed. Not for comfort, but for clarity. Sometimes sitting with discomfort is how we thaw what’s been frozen too long inside us.
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Nochet
@nguthichet
If happiness had a smell, it’d be fresh soil.
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