An adopted son of stoicism, made of skin thicker than the glacial sheet of Antarctica, impervious to true emotions, expriences a random and unexpected offering, a simple gift, from a true daughter of candle, innocent and incandescent. Ice melts, droplets gather, river forms, filling the recess of my soul with a deeper understanding. It whispers, you are not alone.
Thank you, YM.
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