But I should stop complaining. Makes me now reflect on a kindred thought: like the possibility of change. That sweet, ripe, red, strawberry turning to its dark-colored version with the sour spoiled taste. That affectionate warm heart turning into a cold, hard, metal state. And a lot more!
On second thought, rather than think of that ice under the snow... of the negativity underneath the positivity, I guess, it should be more heartwarming to delve on the snow over the ice... on that sunrise that comes after the dark of night.. on that affectionate love that warms up to the gentle touch of a lovely thought! <3.
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