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ㅤㅤㅤ 🍂  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒
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The steady gathering of feelings settling into the bones like evening coals that knew how to last. With marked in a calendar of stillness. On 5th of February, the day a heart first stirred into being to remain and keeping its low-burning ardor with steadfast:

As if it were something held in honor. This season stood in its latest colors, brown with age and dim beneath lengthened noons, as though the world itself had chosen to as if the world remembered a beloved beginning   ….    /   १
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