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Mar 2020
𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 -
𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩
𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺
𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥.
𝘍𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴,
𝘖𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳’𝘴.
𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
𝘚𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴
𝘍𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮
𝘙𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 -
𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵
𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰
𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 ‘𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮.
Falling is romanticised quite a lot, eh?
anna
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anna  19/F/Earth and skies
(19/F/Earth and skies)   
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