Evening of SerenityEvening of Serenity
In this world, there was no room for worries, noisy bustle, or unnecessary thoughts. In this world, there was only her – the real her, without masks or barriers, the one she had always been in her dreams. Margo walked slowly through the apartment, touching her favorite objects – an antique mirror in a carved frame, a soft plaid thrown carelessly on an armchair, and a small glass figurine she had brought back from a distant trip.
In this world, there was no room for worries, noisy bustle, or unnecessary thoughts. In this world, there was only her – the real her, without masks or barriers, the one she had always been in her dreams. Margo walked slowly through the apartment, touching her favorite objects – an antique mirror in a carved frame, a soft plaid thrown carelessly on an armchair, and a small glass figurine she had brought back from a distant trip.
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