01/09/2026
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𝚂𝚔𝚘𝚣𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚓𝚎
𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚋č𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚔 č𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚛𝚎č𝚎
t𝚒𝚑𝚎
𝚗𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚔𝚎 ~
s𝚟𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊
𝚗𝚊 𝚟𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚟𝚘𝚓𝚒𝚑 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚟 ~
z𝚟𝚎č𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚒
𝚜 𝚜𝚟𝚘𝚓𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚔𝚘𝚋𝚘
𝚉𝚊𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚣𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚔𝚎
𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒
r𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒 ~
s𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚖𝚊 𝚓𝚘 𝚟 𝚟𝚜𝚎𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚑
𝙽𝚎 𝚣𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚣𝚊 𝚗𝚒č
m𝚘𝚍𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚓𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚛𝚝𝚓𝚘
ž𝚎 𝚣𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚗𝚊𝚓
𝚂𝚛ž 𝚗𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚊
𝚜𝚎𝚓𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚓𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘č
k𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚗č𝚔𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚕𝚓𝚊𝚓𝚘
𝚟 𝚗𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚛𝚘𝚐
p𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚔 𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚟𝚊 𝚟 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚓𝚞 ~
č𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚘 𝚣𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊
𝚒𝚗 𝚣𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚊
𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚔𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚟𝚕𝚓𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚣𝚒𝚓𝚎
z𝚊č𝚎𝚗š𝚒 𝚣 𝚗𝚊𝚓𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚓 𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒 𝚒𝚣𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚒 ~
s𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚓𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚟 𝚟𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞.
𝙽𝚒č𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎 𝚓𝚎 ž𝚎 𝚣𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚘
n𝚒č𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚘 š𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚘.
𝚉𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚕𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚟𝚎𝚣𝚎
s𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚣𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚊 𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚓𝚘 𝚟 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚘.
𝙴𝚗𝚘,
𝚝𝚓𝚊
𝚔𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚛
𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚔𝚊
𝚟𝚜𝚎.
📸 Iva Beguš
