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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Konkac00
@ngulon2
Picture therapy should be a thing—and this is Exhibit A.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Just say you lit a candle and spiraled
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
Felt. But also, girl.
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