“And he let me stare, as he did the same with me, studying my eyes. I wondered what he saw in them, because I didn’t see just his eyes. I saw this ice blue color turn into a beautiful, perfect winter morning I always imagined while watching his eyes. A snowing, cold morning in January. The cold fresh air, the light blue sky, the clouds and the snow crunching under my feet.”
— Sep 18, 2026 12:33PM
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