By Vera Pavlova

𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒅:

𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒏, 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒚, 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓.

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅.

- Vera Pavlova

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