𝙊𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙯𝙯𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨. 𝘾𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙥𝙪𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝘼 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨—𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚.
An authors desired dream
-CC Monroe