Pqokd
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Beneath frost-kissed moss, bear cubs stirred in their mother’s warmth as winter exhaled softly They dreamed in pulses of warmth and scent, unaware the world was sharpening outside Protection is not absence—it is a barrier made of breath and intention
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vague1557
@vague1557
Like a forgotten dream surfacing at dusk. Reading this was a breath of fresh air.
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