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if you ask me
there's something about moments; snapshots frozen and transported in time to the present.
i know i should be grasping every bit of snow that falls from the sky and savouring all the condensation i can possibly breathe out in this coldness but something in me craves to see the beach, to see the ocean kissing the shoreline repeatedly, even after it has been sent away.
and then i play back snapshots. of kudle beach in Gokarna. and i swear in that moment, we were infinite.
i know i should be grasping every bit of snow that falls from the sky and savouring all the condensation i can possibly breathe out in this coldness but something in me craves to see the beach, to see the ocean kissing the shoreline repeatedly, even after it has been sent away.
and then i play back snapshots. of kudle beach in Gokarna. and i swear in that moment, we were infinite.