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Yesterday, Erephir still had some time, so she decided to complete another task, namely writing poems for Belyana – a good way to finally get her emotions out.
Regarding her life, and resurrection, and mission, and many other things.
After greeting, in one breath, the redhead writes: – How is the verse? Is it too crude?
Maybe it should be twice as long, but I'm a bit tired, either I'll do it later, or I'll leave it as is.