June 26, 2025

“Shush” instructed the winter wind, on a very cold morning. The Sun’s familiar hug now weak, his usual toasty shawl...

Make me the clearest water, a river’s modest current, transparent to the Sun’s arms, wintry cool though not frozen, winding...

Help my impulse, let only the purest emerge, don’t allow me to think, enough pondering has been done here. Rush...

You’re dissolving, an invisible flame burns the pages quietly in the stillness of your study. Ashen skies glow softly, cradling...
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