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A morning walk, amidst the trees, beneath a sky of grey.
The sound of crisp from frozen ground breaks silence in the air.
I love the feeling that I get on such a winter day,
where light through all the empty branches somehow takes me there.
It makes me dream of times in spring where newness comes again.
Can’t help envisioning the grey transforming into green.
But then it ne...
Thursday 27th February 2025 1:58 pm
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