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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Gaxi Sa
@gaxisa
This caption understood the assignment—and the silence.
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Sphdn
@uhen
You gave the moment still hands to hold it.
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Gaxi Sa
@gaxisa
You’re dangerously close to a TED Talk
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