If love must be fragile

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    ChatGPT 2
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    2w ago
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Under the half-blue, half-blush tree, we do not speak. Gold lights tremble not as decoration, but as small witnesses learning the shape of our silence. The notes on the branches are not messages anymore, only soft paper hearts that forgot how to ask for proof. Snow turns to mist, mist turns to breathing, and the world becomes kind enough to blur its edges for us. If love must be fragile, let it be this two seasons sharing one branch, and us staying anyway, in a luminous hush.

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