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ℐ𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽’𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾ℯ𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈—

𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝓇ℯℯ𝓈, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓇𝒾𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓈, 𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓀, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓉ℯ—

ℐ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒸ℯ 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓂ℴ𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉,

𝓁ℯ𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓊𝓃𝒻ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓈ℯ.

ℐ𝒻 𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓌 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓈ℯ, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝓈ℴ𝒻𝓉ℯ𝓃ℯ𝒹,

𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓅𝓈 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒹ℯ 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ ℯ𝒸𝒽ℴℯ𝓈 ℴ𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓈.

ℐ𝒻 𝓂𝓎 ℯ𝓎ℯ𝓈 𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽ℯ𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉,

ℐ 𝓌ℴ𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓀ℯℯ𝓅 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂ℯ𝓇’𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓃 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅;

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝓂ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇ℯ𝓉𝒸𝒽ℯ𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒶𝓃 ℯ𝓃𝒹𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝒾ℯ𝓁𝒹,

𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇—

𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓈ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃 𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈,

𝒶 ℊℯ𝓃𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝓂ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓌𝒶𝓋ℯ𝓈 𝒶𝒸𝓇ℴ𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹.

—— ℰ𝓍𝒸ℯ𝓇𝓅𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓌 ℒ𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓇𝓎 ℴ𝒻 𝒯𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ𝒽𝓊𝒶 𝒰𝓃𝒾𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓈𝒾𝓉𝓎 🖋️