The world before her.

I imagine it like frosty spectacles on a crisp January morning looking at a bare winter tree and thinking that it’s beautiful simply because it is

when you have actually waited your whole life to wipe the fogginess off each lens and see each branch coated in icy beauty with a vibrant elegance that only this winter chill could create and you feel moved because you felt this beauty rather than simply knew it-

and this is what it feels like to love you after a lifetime of frosty spectacles and taking winter trees for granted.


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