24/02

"We're walking in a wide tunnel, the dim lights casting a weak orange glow around us. Your breath turns a misty white against the cold wind. On the other side of the tunnel, the sparsely occupied land stretches before us, a sure sign that infinity exists. In the distance, shop signs flicker like stars in the sky. Christmas decorations adorn our sides, as we walk against the cold. I can hear our laughter, i feel our scarves flying behind us, in no hurry to catch up."

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I feel oddly comforted by the influx of mails in my inbox.