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The first snow is a real miracle from heaven. So beautiful and fragile...

Leave a good mark on this world...

I light the fires of wisdom, and every time they are extinguished by the rain of misunderstanding of the people.

wraps us up, hugs us and prepares us for something important and a little magical.

For peace of mind...

Just hold my hand... don't let go. Don't let go in the rain, blizzard or scorching sun, in the strongest fog... Be there! I feel so calm...

When will I finally see you? When will I beat you? Hugs to you, horse. Your superman Your superman, who often runs into the superwater closet.

The sun was just setting towards the horizon. You know what the sun looks like at the end of a hot August day, orange and somehow flattened, as if an invisible hand is pressing it from above and it is about to burst, like a blood-drunk mosquito, spilling the contents of its stomach across the entire horizon. In the east, where the sky had already darkened, thunder rumbled. But it never rained that night, only darkness enveloped the city like a thick, hot blanket.

Insolent...

The rain will benefit the seedlings, and we will somehow survive it.

Here and now we live by the weather. The face of the earth will be washed by the rain, no, the past does not die, and it is pure where the trace is remembered.

Drink your favorite flower tea, wrap yourself in a warm sweater made of milk yarn, listen to the rain and gentle melancholic compositions that have returned to the playlist, dream about falling leaves, the light steps of which are already very close... Ground yourself. Feel. Reside. Anchor in autumn...

The web, smelling of juniper and fir needles, has crystal tints. A soft velvet scarf of new life is knitted. Freeze, touch your face and forget. Autumn is coming. The threads of fate are woven.

After itself, it inevitably carries away all living things!