Aurores D’hiver.

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ㅤㅤ＊  𝐔𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐮𝐢𝐭 ; 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻.


In chart two, enter the full moon's ocean along with the moon's plenary light. On the hill, looking at the expanse of the universe with her wisdom. Smiling knots, so sweetly. The wind blew violently, piercing until it touched the bone. She didn't budge, still there enjoying the beauty of the city from above. Carrying her sketchbook and watercolor, she then painted under the moonlight. Photographing the panorama of the small town she visited, flickering every residence she got, beautiful and shiny. Thus, she begins her image, side by side she does, edge by edge she applies. She saw a photo that she had just taken a picture, looking beautiful like a taker.

If you think this is the end of the story, you'll be wrong. Because no one will be able to stop her dream when she passes through it with her Lord. The dream will feel easier to achieve. Step by step, slowly but become a certainty. The painting also looks beautiful, if offered it may be worth up to the coffers of millions. How proud she is of herself, without anyone's compulsion, only encouragement from within herself and those closest to her. After all, she will always be grateful and will always need to help the good people around her. Before heading to the end of chart two, know that she will always continue her journey. It won't end, no one will stop it. She was a beloved panoramic girl. ─ ⌑

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"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥." She is pictured in her diary. Clenching her fists as she closed her eyes, she smiled at the prayer request she had asked her God. In this last paragraph, I present to you about her life story. The twists and turns, the laughter, all the feelings she would receive and feel, all the gratitude she always did. She will never be weak, the world loves her so much, everyone loves her. Her smile will always adorn her face, her laughter will always be heard, for all the pain she can keep to herself, let her feel for herself. To all the precious creatures wherever you are, here's 𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗛𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗳𝘁, the girl who owns a million surprises in the nebula that circulates in her panorama, endless and wholeheartedly.

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ㅤㅤ＊  𝐄𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐞 ; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.


Since there was no shining sun for her, she lived as a sparkling star in the desolate night sky. It's gorgeous, without exception. How could it emit its own light, without the need for help from the sun? She was so far away, even her presence was rarely noticed by observers. But, a sense of ambition to be the most radiant, she was never paralyzed from within her soul. The girl with her million stories, brings you a warmth and tranquility of soul if you are with her. Humming, laughing, gardening, dancing, all the things she does for her own happiness. There is a note with a broken white cover with a slightly black mixture, very identical to her. Her beret hat and casual clothes, made it very recognizable to many people. Cycling as the sun begins to set, humming with sparrows flying in its orange sky.