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May 2019
𝕴 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍
𝕿𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖊𝖆
𝕾𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖐𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝕾𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍
𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉
𝕱𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈, 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗

𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖊
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖔𝖘𝖊
& 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
The History:

My mother was a golden goddess in her mind. She would bring me to the beach early in the morning to play in the sand and surf. I remember many times being overtaken by a wave and coming out with an incredible burning in all of my head holes. Though we grew apart, the ocean is deep in my heart.
jǫrð
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jǫrð  26/F/United States
(26/F/United States)   
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     Carlo C Gomez, ---, Bogdan Dragos and ---
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