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𝙴𝚗 𝚞𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗̃𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚊 𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚌𝚒𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚍, 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒́𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜. 𝚂𝚞 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗, 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚎𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊.

𝙴𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚞 𝚎𝚜𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚊, 𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚜. 𝙻𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚘, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚒́𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜.

𝚄𝚗 𝚍𝚒́𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊. 𝚂𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚊. —¿𝙲𝚞𝚊́𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊?, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́. 𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘: —𝙽𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘, 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒́.

—𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚢𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚘. ¿𝙳𝚒́𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚊́𝚗𝚝𝚘? 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗.
—𝙳𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊́𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜…

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘́ 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘́ 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝙴𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚞𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓, 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗 𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚌-𝚝𝚊𝚌.

𝚄𝚗 𝚍𝚒́𝚊, 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚓𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊. 𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒́𝚊 𝚘𝚓𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚘́ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊. 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚒́𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚘.

—¿𝚂𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓? 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚘́ 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍.

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚘́ 𝚊 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚊, 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚢𝚘́. 𝙴𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚘, 𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘 𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘: —𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜… 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚜, 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚘.

𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊… 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚞𝚗 𝚍𝚒́𝚊, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘́ 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚘́ 𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚒𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘. 𝙲𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘́, 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘́ 𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚘́𝚗 𝚢 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚘́ 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚣𝚊. 𝙴𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓, 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚞 𝚞́𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗̃𝚎𝚛𝚘, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚜 𝚍𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍.

𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚘́ 𝚊 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊. —¿𝙰𝚞́𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓?, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘́. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘́. -𝚂𝚒́, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚒 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚘. 𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚢 𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘́ 𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚒́𝚍𝚘: —𝙻𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊.

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚘́ 𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚓 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚘. 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚘́ 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚌-𝚝𝚊𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛 𝚕𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚍 𝚢 𝚊 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚞 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝙴𝚕𝚒́𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚘́ 𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚒́𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗. 𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚣𝚊́𝚜, 𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞́𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘́𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚘, 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊́𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒́𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚘 𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚍.

Dedicado a todos aquellos escribas que contribuyen, día a día, a hacer de nuestro planeta, un mundo mejor.

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Gracias a @cayitus63 por considerar invitarme a este llamado de la comunidad #soloescribe.

Creo que aún estás a tiempo de participar, únete a la comunidad de #soloescribe y explota la creatividad literaria que adormece dentro de cada uno… @chironga67, @lauril, @atreyuserver and @castri-ja.

Bendita soledad / Soloescribe concurso #07

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CRÉDITOS:

• Imágenes: I. II

• Arte del título: Fontmeme

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𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛. “𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝“, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝙸“𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎“.

“𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑?“ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍.
“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝“. 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢...

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝.

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑?“ 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍: “𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜...“ 𝚃𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢... 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢.

𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊. “𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑“, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍. ”𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚍”. 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛: “𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎“.

https://http2.mlstatic.com/D_NQ_NP_705985-MLA44230191228_122020-O.webp

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙴𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎. 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜.

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Dedicated to all those scribes who contribute, day by day, to making our planet a better world.

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Thanks to @cayitus63 for considering inviting me to this #soloescribe community call.

I think there's still time to participate, join the #soloescribe community and tap into the literary creativity that lulls inside everyone... @chironga67, @lauril, @atreyuserver and @castri-ja.

Blessed loneliness / Soloescribe contest #07

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CREDITS:

• Images: I, II

• Title art: Fontmeme

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