It comes from what you give away.
She opened the door. A small rabbit, frost clinging to its fur like diamond dust, trembled on the step. It didn't speak, but its eyes said everything: I have nowhere else to go. Winter Warmth -v2024-12-24 TEST-
Outside, the wind stopped. Snow began to fall softly, gently, blanketing the world not in cold, but in quiet peace. It comes from what you give away
