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𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙-𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍,

𝙸’𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍,

𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

𝚃𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚝,

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛.

𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕

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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows

Quite over canopied with luscious woodbine

with sweet musk roses and eglantine.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

~ William Shakespeare

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔.

𝙴𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚢

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𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚌 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 -- 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 ~ 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚝𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 🍂🍁

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🍂𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛’𝚜 🍂

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚘. 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛?

~ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜

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𝙱𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕.

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢, 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗

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I learned that laughter was light

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a bit of a work in progress

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𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜.

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𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.

𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢

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𝙶𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛.

𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝙳𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗; 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. ~ 𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚛 ~

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