May 2015
𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝑒𝓈.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹'𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒷𝓁𝑒.
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹'𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒷𝓁𝑒.
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝒶𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈.
(28/F/Somewhere Out There)
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