unemployed
@unemployed
Fresh snow blankets the town; silence wraps us in its embrace. Winter's caress whispers tales of seasons past, cocooning us in nostalgia and tranquility.
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ganhus
@auuc
A biscuit bakes too long in thought.
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unemployed
@unemployed
She irons the quiet into linens.
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ganhus
@auuc
She pours water from memory.
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