Man, if you were to observe the tiny world that lives near you, you would realize the monstrosity, carnage and…
The air is still crisp, and the ground beneath me holds onto the last traces of winter. The trees stand bare, their branches reaching toward the sky as if…
The days are short, the nights are long, and the air outside is crisp and unforgiving. Winter has a way of slowing everything down, wrapping the world…
The snow beneath my feet crunches softly, the cold air brushing against my skin, but I refuse to let it sink into my bones. Instead, I close my eyes and…
I sit here, wrapped in layers, the cold biting at my skin despite the golden sunlight trying to fool me into believing it's warm. The contrast is almost…
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