๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ช๐ป๐ญ๐ฎ๐ท ๐๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ผ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐น
๐๐ฎ๐๐ธ๐ท๐ญ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ด๐ ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ฎ๐ท๐ญ๐ต๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ
๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐๐ฎ ๐ฒ๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ต๐ต๐ท๐ฎ๐ผ๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ
๐ ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐ฌ๐ช๐พ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ธ๐ถ๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ธ๐ต๐ฎ๐ท๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฝ
๐๐ต๐ธ๐ธ๐ญ ๐ป๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ป๐ธ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ผ, ๐ฏ๐พ๐ต๐ต ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐ป๐ฒ๐น๐ฎ
๐ข๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ธ ๐๐ช๐ต๐ฝ๐ ๐ช๐ต๐ธ๐ท๐ฐ ๐ฝ๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ต๐ฒ๐ท๐ฎ
๐ ๐น๐ต๐ช๐ฌ๐ฎ, ๐ฏ๐ธ๐ป ๐๐ธ๐พ ๐ช๐ท๐ญ ๐
๐๐ท ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฎ
๐ฃ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฝ ๐๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ต ๐ท๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ท๐ญ
The History:
A dream I had that reminds me of a Thomas Kinkade painting;
You were within my sight. A nocturne energy hung, as if we had met early on a brisk dewed morning. There was nothing beyond the walls but blue skies and cumulus clouds. Pocket realities.
