This precious time, when time is new.

it is interesting, sometimes, to watch the seasons coexisting briefly before the winter fully descends. but still, even in the middle of january there will always be cold weather blossoms and tardy roses and stubborn yellow leaves clinging to their branches as if the idea of letting go was just too much to bear.

because sometimes letting go is too much to bear.

it’s snowing outside, i have a cold and woke up with a fever.
5 days left.

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