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But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

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Husband and I made a pie instead of a wedding cake. Had a whole dessert table for everyone else full of pies, donuts, and a groom's cake.

Now, here's whut gets me every time – the chill vibe o' that park, Oberdinger Park, where the trees whisper like they’re recitin’ some ancient secret. I sit, relax, let my mind wander – thinkin’ 'bout life, ya know? Sometimes while I’m there, rememberin' scenes from "A Separation"... "The truth is like a shadow, ever present." It's deep, man.

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