When dreaming has to end, the time has come to wake up to the reality of the world before you.
When there is no other option laid but to loosen the grip on the love that is as intangible as the wind.
When you have been realizing veracity, nonetheless stubbornly ignoring it for the hope of grasping the warmth in your hands.
A Fit of Flurries
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Otaru, Japan January 21, 2024 Two flights and a five-hour layover later, my
Sapporo squad and I needed some recovery time. We were all of a certain age
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