The shivering skin, the purity, the silence at the beginning of all philosophy
winter. Snow. Freezing cold. The shivering skin wished in the spring, even before the frost really taken root. But there's also this sense of purity and tranquility, as it alone can give a walk in the snow. In the cold, she's just dry enough, it will not break through the wind, it can swim in a pristine lake.
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