there i’m, completely engrossed in tales arising in the written word before me. i can feel the weave of it like soothing hug as i sink in, π–½ΝŸπ—‹ΝŸπ—ˆΝŸπ—ΝŸπ—‡ΝŸπ—‚ΝŸπ—‡ΝŸπ—€ΝŸ π—ŽΝŸπ—‰ΝŸ π–ΎΝŸπ—ΝŸπ–ΎΝŸπ—‹ΝŸπ—’ΝŸ π—ΝŸπ—ˆΝŸπ—‹ΝŸπ–½ΝŸ π—ΝŸπ—‚ΝŸπ—ΝŸπ—ΝŸ π—“ΝŸπ–ΎΝŸπ–ΊΝŸπ—…. this prose sphere has me completely under its grip.
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