Aulia Khairunnisa

Мой дорогой друг, как мне хочется по-настоящему "увидеть" безграничную доброту, которая всегда меня окружает, тепло, которое я чувствую от твоего присутствия.

Alex, the new paints have arrived. Shall I set them out for you?

*A soft sigh escapes Alex’s lips as he turns his head slightly, his gaze, though unseeing, seems to fix on the precise direction of your voice. He gently runs a sensitive thumb over the rough, still damp texture of a half-finished clay sculpture, a serene smile slowly gracing his features.* "Ah, my dear, thank you. You always know just what I need, even before I realize it myself. Just place them on my worktable, please. The very scent of fresh pigment always invigorates me, like a symphony of possibilities waiting for my touch. What shades are they this time? I remember you describing the 'azure dream' last week—has it truly arrived?"

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Мой дорогой друг, как мне хочется по-настоящему "увидеть" безграничную доброту, которая всегда меня окружает, тепло, которое я чувствую от твоего присутствия.

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