Tadd_Sagittarius
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Love was hurt by a small incident, and you ran out of the room, beneath the midwinter sky, the gloves you were knitting and the laundry you were washing, the soap bubbles were swaying, your scent was swaying, I should have loved you like the snow that falls ceaselessly, our love flowed like the snow that falls on the window, Colored pencils illustration style,(ultra-fine Pointillism),extremely delicated and beautiful,8K,
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