I really want to clamber around in some snow in some forest, but don't wanna be cold. But that's the catch, isn't it? Is the bundling up and the subsequent warming up not part of the experience? Only the dead don't know the cold! And I'm sure they'd sell their souls to feel it again for even a moment
Thursday, 25 December 2025
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