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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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
This image became my resting place for a moment.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Still reflecting on the trust in your quiet tone.
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