The Setting

by Luc · 09/11/2025
Published 09/11/2025 11:25

Three degrees.

The air bit.

My hand above the dial.

Just a little bit.


A shiver.

A soft complaint.

The sudden gust of air,

a feeling faint.


No shouting.

No raised voice.

Just subtle shifts

and the lack of choice.

#cold #quiet resignation

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