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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⠴⡅⠀⠀⠠⢶⣿⣿⣷⡄⣀⡀⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣰⡶⣦⠀⠀⠀⡰⠀⠀⠸⠟⢸⣿⣿⣷⡆⠢⣉⢀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢹⣧⣿⣇⠀⠀⡇⠀⢠⣷⣲⣺⣿⣿⣇⠤⣤⣿⣿⠀⢸⠀⣤⣶⠦⠀⠀ ❤
⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣦⡀⢇⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠇⠀⡜⣾⣿⡃⠇⢀⣤⡀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⢿⣿⣮⡆⠀⠙⠿⣿⣿⣾⣿⡿⡿⠋⢀⠞⢀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠛⢿⠇⣶⣤⣄⢀⣰⣷⣶⣿⠁⡰⢃⣴⣿⡿⢋⠏⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠠⢾⣿⣿⣿⣞⠿⣿⣿⢿⢸⣷⣌⠛⠋⠀⠘⠀⠀⠀⠀
この週末があなたに平和、幸せ、そして休息のひとときをもたらしますように。人生の美しさを発見する素晴らしい時間となりますように。良い週末を!🌟
⠀⠀⠀⡤⣂⣭⣭⣅⠢⡀⠤⢀⣀⣀⠂⠾⡿⠛⢿⣦⢡
⠀⠀⡌⢰⡿⠉⠉⠙⣡⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⡀⣸⡿⠸
⠀⠀⢃⠸⣿⡤⢀⣾⣿⡿⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⠛⢻⣿⣄⢶⠁
⠀⠀⠀⠁⢒⢠⣿⣿⣿⣇⣀⢟⡛⠛⠛⡠⢼⣿⣿⡄⡆ 良い一週間を~❤。
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⢱⡿⣷⡦⢴⠇⡇⣿⣿⠃⠇
⠀⠀💗⠀⠣⢙⠻⢿⣿⣧⣝⣲⠾⢗⣫⠼⢛⠅⠉💗
No, his mind is not for rent
To any god or government.
Always hopeful, yet discontent,
He knows changes aren't permanent -
But change is.
To write a sonnet you must ruthlessly
strip down your words to naked, willing flesh.
Then bind them to a metaphor or three,
and take by force a satisfying mesh.
Arrange them to your will, each foot in place.
You are the master here, and they the slaves.
Now whip them to maintain a constant pace
and rhythm as
-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --
I hope everyone has a great weekend, may the smile on your face never fade ❤ ❤
⠊⣉⠒⠤⢀⡀ ⡐⢁⣉⠒⢄
⡇⢸ ⠉⠐⠢⢌⠑⢄ ⡸ ⡆ ⠢ ⠱⡀
⡇⢸ ⣀⠗ ⠉⠉⠁ ⠙⠢⠤⡀⢃⢱ . ⊹
⡇⠘⣄⢀⠔⠉ ⠈⠁⠘⡄ ⊹ •
⢇ ⠁ ⠘⡄ • ❤
⢸ ⢀⣀⣀⡀ ⢀⣀⣀⡀ ⢣ ⊹ .
⡸ ⢴⣾⡿⠿⠽⠇ ⠘⠛⠛⠛ ⠈⢄
⠰⡁ ⢠⠒⠢⡀⠈⠒⠊ ⡠⢄ ⡘
良い週末を~ ❤