Another day another night and a blanket of early winter pulled all across the village. Standing in the open door, breathing that unique scent that hasn't changed much with the years. Imaginary frost on actual skin, a rough but vivid sensation. And the murmuring creek, invisible and old, under the ash and acorn trees disappearing in distant rivers. Trying to be a part of this silence, while the moment lasts. Have a soft night wherever you are.

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