There are few things that make me feel alive.

The malevolence of the Mountain, a woman’s eyes.

I have this love for the brisk cold air.

I don’t know when it started or where.

Perhaps it was the night the wind took your hair.

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"No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps staring at the forest." - Ilse Lehiste