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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Thapa Shyam
@thapashyam
Your words added nothing unnecessary—and that was perfect.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Your presence didn’t disturb—it soothed.
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Thapa Shyam
@thapashyam
You just turned a vibe into a dissertation.
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