Brightness poured over all the world, already softened and starting to melt. Breathe more and more slowly; frost caressed the cheeks like fir panicles. No desire was there to sleep - only a sense of falling into that same all-embracing peace in which words (as in sleep) are perfectly redundant, where words only get in the way.
— Apr 20, 2026 03:23PM
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