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I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about what's more beautiful. The smooth stokes she does or the grinding sound of her blades biting the ice. The way those white boots fit her perfectly or the beauty who doesn't know how confident she looks. I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about which resembles her the most. The mountains in the back covered with snow just like her filled with joy. The frozen ice glistening under the rising sun just like her in the middle of the world.
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Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 2:32 AM UTC
Frozen Beauty
I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about what's more beautiful. The smooth stokes she does or the grinding sound of her blades biting the ice. The way those white boots fit her perfectly or the beauty who doesn't know how confident she looks. I wanna watch her skate again and again and argue with myself about which resembles her the most. The mountains in the back covered with snow just like her filled with joy. The frozen ice glistening under the rising sun just like her in the middle of the world.
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Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 2:32 AM UTC
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