winter
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Christmas morning at Grandma and Grandpa’s house feels like waking up inside a secret wonderland. The house is quiet but full at the same time, like it’s holding its breath. I wake up early anyway. The air smells different here—like coffee, cinnamon, and something already cooking even though it’s still morning. The living room glows Read more
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Winter arrives without a sound. The air turns cold and clean, and my breath becomes small white clouds that linger upon the gentle breeze. I pull my coat close and listen to the quiet. The lights come on one by one. They glow softly on houses and trees, not loud, not bright—just enough. When snow Read more
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The first snowflake drifts down like a quiet secret, born from a cold cloud high above the world. It begins its fall with a shimmer of pride — a tiny, crystalline geometry no one has ever seen before and never will again. Up there, everything is vast: the endless stretch of sky, the muted sun Read more
Ink & Earth 