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A day with a taste of freedom and peach gloss
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I gathered my hair in a bun, put on some lip gloss, a little peach. And went for a walk around my favorite area of ​​Kyiv.
Where I know every bench, every coffee shop, where the barista winks at me, and passersby smile back.
I walked and caught glances. Not on purpose - just... eyes glowed with life.
I admired the shop windows, stroked the dogs, bought cherries from my grandmother and talked to the flowers. Yes, yes. I'm strange: I can stop and whisper something to the peonies in the flower garden... and it seems they understand
And you know, in moments like these, you want someone close to you.
Someone who will notice how I quietly hum under my breath. Someone who will understand why I suddenly stopped, looked at the sky and sighed.
Someone who will say: "Let's go, Lenochka, I want you to show me your world. Yours - the real one."

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