At first I thought it’s just caused by the coldness, that sometimes heads have to turn and enjoy the surrounding horizon. But if the horizon seems so accommodating, a prairie that never sleeps, a place of no obligatory behaviour, does it mean that the horizon is worth exploring? Inasmuch as the (non)coldness is a much-coveted bliss, sometimes it just so happens that craving for more, or maybe just something else, even takes place.
I just don’t get how I really feel for you. But I’d rather err on the side of caution, so I’ll never know it ever. Most likely.
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