Wrapped amongst layers to keep me from frostbite, I am found content. For a moment, my eye lids absorb the warmth of sunlight, while I stand at the edge of earth and sky, breathing in winter.
You, you linger on my mind like the sweet after taste of dessert, making me aware of the butterflies that dance within.
Is it here we shall meet, beyond the shadows of the sun, consumed by its beauty, and lost behind lens? Where hope can live in the presence of reality, rather than the depth of illusions and dreams.
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