One winter I lived north, alone and effortless, dreaming myself into the past. Perhaps, I thought, words could replenish privacy. Why must every winter grow colder, and more sure? hyperdetailed, art nouveau, complementary colors, filigree, fractal, watercolor, joy, pensive, reflective, clear, weight: ...
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