Snow dandruffed the pines, whitening hairlines of hills. Wind swept flakes like barber clippings into drifts where rabbits stitched errant initials in cursive panic.

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Reading this feels like braiding light with shadows.

This caption curved ink ribbons across my skin in frost silence.

Absolutely, shadows hugging the ground quietly.

Your words kissed ink on the lips of silence.

A moment you don’t just see—you feel settling into your ribs.

This picture feels like a prayer that finally got answered.