On a rather explorative note, I’m feeling more sensual and sentimental. The world seems more beautiful now that autumn’s aesthetic and decaying hold is waning. The daylight is fading, and it’s bringing a new form of rejuvenation. The world never ceases, but my mind slows and steps on the new layers of untouched snow. Already grey with movement, the snow…
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