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𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 ‘𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚏’ 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚢.
𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, @freewritehouse, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚕𝚢 ‘𝙰 𝙿𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞ɾ𝚎 𝙸𝚜 𝚆𝚘ɾ𝚝𝚑 𝙰 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜ɑ𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚘ɾ𝚍𝚜’ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍… 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜.
𝙸 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚃-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 ‘𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎’ 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎.
𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚞𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕.
𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊, 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 ‘𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚏’, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, @freewritehouse, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍.
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𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎” 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚣 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñó 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎, 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñó 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊.
𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘, @freewritehouse, 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌ó 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 “𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜”. 𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗, 𝚟𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊… 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.
𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊: 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛é 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚍í𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒ó 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎” 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛á 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝚂𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚊, 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎, 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘. 𝙰 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝ó𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝í𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊.
𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚕í𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛. 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐í𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝í𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚕í𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝í𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘ñ𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.
𝙷𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó, 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌í𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó 𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘. 𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊, 𝚖𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎”, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛á𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊. 𝚈 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕á𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊, 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 @freewritehouse, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜.
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𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎” 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚣 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñó 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎, 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñó 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊.
𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘, @freewritehouse, 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌ó 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 “𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜”. 𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗, 𝚟𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊… 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.
𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊: 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛é 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚍í𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒ó 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎” 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛á 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝚂𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚊, 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎, 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘. 𝙰 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝ó𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝í𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊.
𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚕í𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛. 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐í𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝í𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚕í𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝í𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘ñ𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.
𝙷𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó, 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌í𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó 𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘. 𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊, 𝚖𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎”, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛á𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊. 𝚈 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕á𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊, 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 @freewritehouse, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜.
𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚒ó, 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛í𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚞𝚣 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎” 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚣𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚛. 𝙰 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚣 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊ñó 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎, 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎ñó 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊.
𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚘, @freewritehouse, 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌ó 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 “𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖á𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜”. 𝙴𝚗 𝚎𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗, 𝚟𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊… 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚌í𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊 𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙼𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚑𝚒𝚓𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚣𝚌𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊 𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚣 𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝í𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.
𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚍í𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊: 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛. 𝚄𝚗𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚊 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛é 𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚍í𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒ó 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎ñ𝚘 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎” 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛á 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚒 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝚂𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚊, 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚘, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎, 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚘. 𝙰 𝚜𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚘, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚝ó𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚒ó𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚝í𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊.
𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚕í𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚛. 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐í𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚖á𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚢 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝í𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚍í𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚕í𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙴𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝í𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘ñ𝚊𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜.
𝙷𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊ñ𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó, 𝚢 𝚎𝚕 𝚟𝚊𝚌í𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓ó 𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘. 𝚂𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚘, 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚞 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝í𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚛í𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜. 𝚂𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊. 𝙲𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚣 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚒ñ𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚓𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍á𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎, 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘, 𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎.
𝚂𝚘𝚏í𝚊, 𝚖𝚒 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊 “𝚙𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚎”, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛á𝚜 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊. 𝚈 𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚕á𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒é𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊, 𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚜. 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 @freewritehouse, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒ó𝚗, 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚜.
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Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.
Now this goes to the heart ... the blessed memory of Sofia now lives on the blockchain ... thank you for sharing, and my deepest condolences to you on the loss of your daughter.
The moment she was born you knew she would brighten your lives and she did. It sounds as if she was already an angle, wiser, sent to brighten your lives. How great it must be to have these colourful memories of a beloved one still alive.
Thank you for sharing your angle with us.
A warm embrace to you.
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Gone, but not forgotten. And always loved, forever and forever. I thought of my son who passed away as an adult from MS when reading your story. He spent tons of money on his favorite football team apparel. Green and white pervaded our home. The friendly rivalry that took place each week during football season is still a joyful memory. Throughout the house, I'll open a drawer or storage and see various "cheesehead" memorabilia that we'll never part with.
Thanks for sharing. Take care and God bless. Have a good start to your weekend.
Lindos recuerdos que se dibujan con un pincel y se iluminan de colores con tus sentidad palabras @amigoponc.
!gifs well done
Via Tenor