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moonsoaphaze ยท 8 months ago
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Why are you??
I don't know.
ะ‘ะปะธะฝ, ัะตั€ัŒั‘ะทะฝะพ, ั‚ะฐะบ ะฟั€ะธัั‚ะฝะพ, ัะผะตัˆะฝะพ ะธ ะทะฐัั‚ะฐะฒะปัะตั‚ ะทะฐะดัƒะผะฐั‚ัŒัั, ะผะพะถะตั‚ ั ะบะฐะบ ะฝะธะฑัƒะดัŒ ั€ะฐััะบะฐะถัƒ ะพะฑ ัั‚ะพะผ)
ะะพ ะฝะต ัะตะนั‡ะฐั ....
ะกะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ ะทะฐ ะฟะตั€ะฒั‹ะน ะฝะฐัั‚ะพัั‰ะธะน ะฒะพะฟั€ะพั, ะดะตั€ะถะธ ะผะตะดะฐะปัŒะบัƒ ๐Ÿฅ‡ ๐Ÿซ
๏ฝกโ โ—•โ โ€ฟโ โ—•โ ๏ฝก
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beelzemon03 ยท 10 months ago
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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr ๐Ÿฅณ
Today is my 2 year anniversary on tumblr thank you everyone ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿซ‚๐Ÿซ‚
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genyyasafin ยท 2 years ago
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โ˜€๏ธโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…โ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒค๏ธ๐ŸŒค๏ธ๐ŸŒฅ๏ธโ›…๏ธ๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ’ better?
Yea actually
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wayne12sworld ยท 2 years ago
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Join now to witness greatness in this game and profit and once you join message immediately don't miss this opportunity ๐Ÿ†โšฝ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ‚โœ…๐Ÿฅ‰๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐ŸŽ–๏ธ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ‚
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sextavas ยท 4 months ago
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El Poder de la Planificaciรณn ยฟCรณmo puedo alcanzar mis sueรฑos? ๐ŸŒŸ ยฟCรณmo establecer metas SMART? ๐ŸŽฏ ยฟQuรฉ acciones tomar para mis objetivos? ๐Ÿ›ค๏ธ
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sheila--e ยท 5 months ago
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o my gof ive been laying here for almost three hours i need to get up
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myrebelancestorsdiedforme ยท 5 months ago
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History was made๐Ÿ’๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ™๐ŸฟโœŠ๐Ÿฟ๐ŸŽŠ๐Ÿ˜
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time-aslordsx ยท 9 months ago
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xtruss ยท 11 months ago
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Billionaire Wealth: The Biggest Winners and Losers in 2023
โ€” Preyash Shah | January 15, 2024 | Posts.Voronoiapp.Com
In 2023, the world's wealthiest individuals experienced a significant resurgence, with the combined net worth of the top 500 richest people increasing by $1.5 trillion. This marked a complete recovery from the $1.4 trillion loss incurred the previous year, as reported by the Bloomberg Billionaires Index.
The rebound was largely attributed to the impressive performance of tech stocks, which reached new highs despite concerns over a potential recession, persistent inflation, elevated interest rates, and geopolitical uncertainties.
Tech billionaires, in particular, witnessed a remarkable surge in wealth, growing by 48%, equivalent to $658 billion. This growth was fueled by heightened enthusiasm surrounding artificial intelligence.
Elon Musk emerged as the top gainer, reclaiming the title of the world's richest person from Bernard Arnault, the French luxury tycoon. Musk's net worth increased by an impressive $113.5 billion, driven by the success of his companies, Tesla and SpaceX. This remarkable rebound followed a substantial loss of $141 billion in 2022. Musk's net worth now surpasses Arnault's by almost $50 billion, as a global slowdown in luxury goods demand affected LVMH shares.
Other notable gains in wealth included Jeff Bezos, the founder of Amazon.com Inc., who added over $65 billion to his fortune in 2023, putting him in close competition with Bernard Arnault for the second position.
Mark Zuckerberg, CEO of Meta Platforms Inc., also experienced a substantial increase of over $78 billion in his net worth.
However, not all billionaires shared in the wealth surge. Indian billionaire Gautam Adani faced setbacks, losing $21 billion on January 27 alone and a total of $56.5 billion throughout the year. The decline in value was attributed to the negative impact of short-seller Hindenburg Research on the Adani Group. Despite these losses, Adani still retains a significant 11-figure fortune.
As we head into 2024 with strong economic headwinds and global conflicts, it would be interesting to see how this landscape change โ€” only time will tell! Till then may you bank accounts be as robust as Elon Muskโ€™s Twitter game!
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styberusartz ยท 5 months ago
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MY HEART OH MY GOD
This is peak fiction
Where is an award so i can glue it to this post for all eternity???
The Death of Odysseus
So...I decided to chop myself some onions today! This idea was in my head quite some time! I am planning a Part 2 of this but I believe this can also stand on its own! As the title says...
Telemachus was marching across the hall slowly and steadily while supporting the body of his old father. Surely the celebrations for the harvest were going very well and people were having fun but the new King of the Cephallinians had to excuse himself to escort his father to his chambers, for he had apparently drunk more than what he should have and needed his rest. He didnโ€™t mind that little break. Telemachus was never fond of huge crowds anyways and he liked some quiet and solitude. Ever since his father finally came back home after his redemption trip he often spent more time with him than with the servants! He had so much catch up to do with him and so much to talk about and learn from him! As the years passed and Telemachus finally grew old and experienced enough to become king at his own accord, Odysseus gave the throne to him, just like his father before him had also done, and he promised to support him. For Odysseus himself, his life seemed to have been completed with happiness. After his son got married and he brought to this world his beloved grandson, Perseptolis, whom he named after the family tradition himself, his happiness was completed. He had nothing more to expect. He felt his heart was filled with happiness and calmness after a lifetime of worries, torture and ordeals! His son had grown, he was doing a marvelous job as a king, and his grandson was strong and healthy, growing every day! What else could he ask for! Odysseus was already 79 years old, just a few hours away of his 80th birthday. Age was taking over his body pretty fast, especially given the ordeals he had gone through; his bones were often complaining, his arms and fingers often suffered from stiffness and pain, especially when the nights were humid and cold but Odysseus welcomed that pain with happiness. He had grown old when so many others wouldnโ€™t even dream of and he was generally healthy; he still had all of his teeth and most of his hair and his wits were sharp as always, not deteriorating by age. He would praise Athena every day of his life for this. Somehow he would hate to become an imbecile with age, or so he used to say, he would hate to become a burden to his son especially given the sorrows he had given him unintentionally all these years back. Telemachus chuckled as he fixed his staggering father onto his body better.
โ€œNow, now, father!โ€ he said playfully, โ€œI swear to gods, the older you get the more like a child you act!โ€
Odysseus chuckled.
โ€œWell, my son, I am now old man, I have no responsibilities anymore other than catering to my familyโ€™s garden and play with your son and dear grandson of mine; gods bless him! I believe I earned myself the privilege to act so!โ€
Telemachus rolled his eyes.
โ€œEven so, you shouldnโ€™t have drunk so much! In your age you should watch your health better!โ€
Odysseus once again chuckled and made a dismissive move with his hand.
โ€œOh wellโ€ฆโ€ he said nonchalant, โ€œWine is one of the few pleasures I have left in this miserable world at my age, my son!โ€
โ€œOh, father!โ€ Telemachus scoffed, โ€œCome on now!โ€
โ€œEither way!โ€ Odysseus shrugged, โ€œThis yearโ€™s brew was just too good to resist! And you did very good job selecting it and choosing the perfect time for the sea water to be mixed in it! You made it hard to resist!โ€
โ€œFather! Youโ€™re unbelievable!โ€
โ€œPart of my charm, Iโ€™m sure!โ€
Telemachus couldnโ€™t help himself chuckle softly as he led his father to his bed chamber, to his beloved olive bed. Initially Odysseus had given that as a wedding chamber to his son and his daughter-in-law but for the past few months Odysseus had made this request if he could live his last days in that room where he gave life to this family, where he used to share with his mother his nights and early mornings. Odysseus was devastated when Penelope died. He mourned her for weeks. However Telemachus saw also how calmly he took it. They both grew old and finally enjoyed their lives. That last tribute of Odysseus closing her eyes seemed simply to close that circle. Odysseus mourned but he didnโ€™t despair. He greeted her death like an old friend and thanked all gods that it found his wife healthy and happy and that she died peacefully in her sleep. Penelope had also requested that she were to be transferred to her old bed a little before she died; this was where she had left her last breath. Therefore, after Odysseus made the same request, Telemachus feared his father had sensed his own death coming, thus making him even more careful and worried of him. His father was dismissive of it, of course, and in a way he was right; he wouldnโ€™t be around forever, but to Telemachus the news of losing his father were too sad, too scary to comprehend even if it was the most normal thing in the world. Either way he now led his father to his bed, slowly and steadily and assisted him to it. Odysseus sighed in relief as he was placed upon the mattress and assisted out of his sandals by his son. His son often did this; he attended to him himself, not asking the servants to do things like this. It was as if he was trying to make up the lost time. He breathed deeply again as the bed sheets were paced above his body as well as a blanket his wife had loomed for him; his favorite. It pictured an intricate pattern of olive branches, moly flowers and waves circling a ship that roamed close to a mountain-like island. The ship had three figures standing on them embracing. Penelope had spent months on this blanket and she had given to him as a gift a few years before when he was complaining for the pains in his body from the cold. His father could hardly part with it lately. He even jokingly (or perhaps not so much) said that he wanted this blanket to be his funeral shroud, covering the sheet.
โ€œIs it comfortable?โ€ Telemachus asked
โ€œYes, thank youโ€ฆโ€ Odysseus whispered
His hand slowly touched Telemachusโ€™s cheek, feeling the black, curly, bushy beard covering it along with his warm flesh. He smiled affectionately with moist, onyx-black eyes, perceiving those blue eyes of his wifeโ€™s to him. Yes, Telemachus was their pride and joy. He took the best out of both of them! He had his strength, his resilience and he had taken his motherโ€™s eyes, her kindnessโ€ฆher wisdomโ€ฆ Yes, Odysseus was proud of what they had done. This pride was exceeding any of the labors he performed in any war; any praise he ever received in his life seemed insignificant before this result he had before himโ€ฆ
โ€œYou go back to the celebrations, my sonโ€ฆโ€ he whispered affectionately, โ€œGo back and have funโ€ฆdonโ€™t spend the rest of the night here with your old fatherโ€ฆ I will be fineโ€ฆโ€
Telemachus scoffed softly, feeling strangely emotional. For some reason his own eyes felt almost watery.
โ€œYou silly old man!โ€ he whispered cupping his fatherโ€™s hand on his cheek with his own, โ€œAnyways, are you sure you are okay? I can ring for someone to come and attend to youโ€
โ€œPositiveโ€ฆโ€ Odysseus whispered, โ€œI am fine. I will just sleep. I am really tiredโ€
Telemachus shook his head defeated.
โ€œFine, but please do not hesitate to call if you need anythingโ€
He stood up to leave.
โ€œTelemachusโ€
Odysseusโ€™s hand holding his wrist made him stop. He turned to look at the old, white-haired figure of his fatherโ€™s.
โ€œThank youโ€ฆโ€ the tormented king whispered, โ€œโ€ฆFor everythingโ€ฆโ€
Telemachus half-chuckled, again not sure why he was so emotional all of the sudden. Perhaps he too had more to drink than he should have and it affected him.
โ€œWhat?โ€ he asked, โ€œThat sounded almost like a goodbyeโ€ฆโ€
Odysseus smiled. His smile was calm and his eyes were glistering in the moonlight.
โ€œWhat an idea!โ€ he whispered, โ€œThere is much life left in these old bones! I buried many much younger than me! I have plenty of years ahead of me!โ€
Telemachus chuckled.
โ€œRest well, old manโ€ he whispered and kissed his fatherโ€™s brow
Odysseus could only nod as he watched his pride and joy, his son who grew strong and healthy, leave the wedding chamber where he was born into, with his crimson cape waving behind him. He smiled as he was alone in the moonlit roomโ€ฆhis eyes shedding two tears.
He knew it was a lie.
It was the last, white lie Odysseus of Ithaca was to sayโ€ฆhis last goodbye to this world and he wanted to see them off all smiling and celebrating. He didnโ€™t want his last memory to be of his son crying or closing his eyes. This was the last task he had to do himself; alone. He didnโ€™t have much time left and he knew itโ€ฆand yet he felt calm. He had fulfilled his purpose. There was nothing else for himโ€ฆ He was happy.
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He was breathing heavily. His large chest (not as muscular as it used to be) was moving up and down with each breath. He looked up at the canopy of olive branches and smiled. His eyes then moved to the side, to the window that had a clear view of the seaโ€ฆ His eyes filled with tears but these tears wouldnโ€™t shed.
โ€œDeath will find you at ripe old ageโ€ฆpeacefullyโ€ฆaway from the seaโ€ฆor by its salt huhโ€ฆ?โ€ he whispered chanting the words of Tiresias
Death was something he considered so many times in his life; both with aversion and fear as well as with wishful thinking. Now he felt calm. He could hardly understand how he had survived so long; how he lived longer than many other men of his time; longer than his beloved Penelopeโ€ฆ Now he knew it was his time drawing nearโ€ฆ There in his favorite bed, under his olive treeโ€ฆlooking at the sea that gave him so much happiness so much adventure and so much tormentโ€ฆ He felt calm. He closed his eyes for one second lifting away the tears that had filled his eyes.
โ€œOdysseusโ€ฆโ€
The unworldly and yet somehow familiar voice brought him back to reality. He opened his eyes to see that tall figure he never thought he would see again in his life; one of the few people that he wished to have met again and never did. His tall, square figure shone with incredible warm light, dressed up in a fine armor incorporating intricate patterns of feathers instead of plates. His magnificent plumed helmet brought up his dark eyes and the beard that adorned his cheeks and chin. He had a sword to his hip just like he could remember. His skin shone like golden, his long, brown curly hair neatly falling down his back under the helmet. He smiled without wanting to at that rigid figure before him.
โ€œDiomedes!โ€ he whispered
Diomedes smiled.
โ€œIt is I, Odysseusโ€ฆindeedโ€ฆโ€
Odysseus chuckled in delight.
โ€œWowโ€ฆโ€ he whispered, โ€œI heard you bastard turned into a god by rumors but, on my word, I never expected to see it with my eyesโ€ฆ Gods you look the same as I rememberโ€ฆyou havenโ€™t changed!โ€
โ€œNothing and everything has changedโ€ฆโ€ Diomedes said in his deep, soothing voice
A god then! Odysseus didnโ€™t know if he had to feel proud or a bit envious of him! However after years and years he spent on earth and learnt humility in the most painful ways, his envy was reduced to minimum. Diomedes deserved it, if half the stories that reached his ears about him were true. Besides who would want to live forever like this? He had people waited for him somewhere else tooโ€ฆ
โ€œSoโ€ฆโ€ Odysseus whispered, โ€œIf you are hereโ€ฆthat meansโ€ฆI am dyingโ€ฆright?โ€
โ€œYesโ€ฆโ€ Diomedes whispered.
That was definitely Diomedes he remembered. He never beat about the bushes and always came straight to the point.
โ€œAnd you came to take meโ€ฆโ€
โ€œI asked Lord Hermes for the honorโ€ฆyes.โ€ Diomedes replied, โ€œI was assigned with this task.โ€
โ€œI seeโ€ฆโ€
โ€œAre you afraidโ€ฆ?โ€
โ€œNoโ€ the answer was simple; direct, โ€œI have lived a long lifeโ€ฆI have seen my son grow, I held my grandson in my handsโ€ฆI nourished him too, to become a young man, I held my wife as she breathed my name one last timeโ€ฆ I have nothing else to live for. My time would comeโ€ฆ Death does no longer scare me. Death is not unknown to meโ€ฆโ€
โ€œDo you have any regrets?โ€
Yet another direct question. He breathed in and out once, looking upwards in thought.
โ€œI would be a liar if I said I had noneโ€ฆโ€ he finally confessed, โ€œMany good men found death by my handโ€ฆmany wicked tooโ€ฆ I did many things I am proud of and many others I would always carry with meโ€ฆ The lives that fell under my command; both friends and foes alike are always present at my consciousโ€
โ€œThe war of Troyโ€ฆโ€
โ€œThe war of Troyโ€ Odysseus agreed, โ€œTen years we fought. Ten years we bled. Ten years we killedโ€ฆand killed we did!โ€
โ€œYou and I especiallyโ€
โ€œQuite so.โ€ Odysseus agreed. โ€œThey called you โ€˜Lord of War Cryโ€™; they called me โ€˜Sacker of Citiesโ€™โ€ฆ The titles would haunt us for the rest of our livesโ€ฆโ€
โ€œWe bore them all our livesโ€
โ€œYesโ€ฆwe didโ€ฆโ€ he consequently scoffed, โ€œAnd look at us now! You a godโ€ฆand I an old man in my deathbedโ€ฆwho would have thought!โ€
โ€œDo you want to linger a bit furtherโ€ฆ?โ€
Odysseus looked around once more.
โ€œNoโ€ he replied, โ€œI have lived everything any mortal could live. I am tired, Diomedes. Please take me nowโ€ฆI have nothing else to expectโ€ฆโ€
Diomedes smiled one of his known, half-smiles. Child-soldier to the end; a man born and raised in war.
โ€œI am to accompany you to your journey for a little whileโ€
Odysseus smiled again.
โ€œThe journey to the Underworld is not unknown to meโ€ฆI have not many surprises to expectโ€ฆ But I appreciate itโ€ฆโ€
Diomedes extended his hand to him.
โ€œIt is timeโ€ฆโ€ he whispered, โ€œTime to goโ€ฆโ€
โ€œYesโ€ฆโ€ Odysseus whispered, โ€œI have one last requestโ€ฆโ€
โ€œAnd what is thatโ€ฆ?โ€
โ€œCan I see my homeland one last time as I goโ€ฆ? Pleaseโ€ฆdo not deny me this last thingโ€ฆโ€
Diomedes smiled.
โ€œOf courseโ€ฆโ€
Odysseus cried. He felt the last tears run down his wrinkled cheeks.
โ€œThank youโ€ฆโ€
He took the hand of his old friend and closed his eyes. Once more, the much-enduring Odysseus accepted his fateโ€ฆ The last thing he saw before his eyelids blocked his mortal flesh eyes was the canopy of his olive bed and a tiny glimpse of the starry sky beyondโ€ฆ
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My oh my what have I done indeed!!!! And be warned I was writing this while listening to this amazing piece of music from anime Tasogare Otome x Amnesia! I never manage to go through without tearing up with that one! TT-TT
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So according to the prophecy of Tiresias Odysseus would die of ripe old age peacefully but ironically the translation from the phrase "ฮตฮพ ฮฑฮปฯŒฯ‚" can be both translated "by its salt" or "away/out of its salt" so either his death would come "by the sea" or "away from the sea".
Somehow I tried once again to combine them! XD as you know me I cannot help myself. So Odysseus dies "away from the sea" in his bed at night but "by its salt" for he drank wine mixed with sea water before his death. There you go!
The age was picked so that Telemachus would be in his 40s when this happens. In a way he is at the same age as Odysseus was when he was at the final wars of Troy.
Yeah I imagined Telemachus being almost a copy of his father too apart from some more height and the eyes of Penelope (which were chosen randomly to be blue)
Tlemachus's wife is not named because the two prominient theories is either he gets married to the daughter of Nestor's or to Nausicaa. I sometimes tend to lean towards the second one solely because I find it interesting but I leave it to your imagination.
Perseptolis being named by Odysseus was part of an idea discussed with @ditoob before how the grandfather or grandmother leaves the name to the grandchildren after Autolycus names Odysseus.
And Diomedes is here!!! Imagine if these two never met so many years and meet when Odysseus dies!!! The idea was too much stuck in my head to ignore! So yes lo and behold my idea of a small dialog between them.
I hope you like it!
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gulgungoktan ยท 1 year ago
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pjackk ยท 8 months ago
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๐Ÿ“๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ…๐Ÿซ’๐Ÿฅฅ๐Ÿ‹โ€๐ŸŸฉ๐Ÿฅ‘๐Ÿ†๐Ÿฅ”๐Ÿฅ•๐ŸŒฝ๐ŸŒถ๐Ÿซ‘๐Ÿฅ’๐Ÿฅฌ๐Ÿฅฆ๐Ÿง„๐Ÿง…๐Ÿ„๐Ÿฅœ๐Ÿซ˜๐ŸŒฐ๐Ÿซš๐Ÿซ›๐Ÿ„โ€๐ŸŸซ๐Ÿž๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅ–๐Ÿซ“๐Ÿฅจ๐Ÿฅฏ๐Ÿฅž๐Ÿง‡๐Ÿง€๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ—๐Ÿฅฉ๐Ÿฅ“๐Ÿ”๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŒญ๐Ÿฅช๐ŸŒฎ๐ŸŒฏ๐Ÿซ”๐Ÿฅ™๐Ÿง†๐Ÿฅš๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฒ๐Ÿซ•๐Ÿฅฃ๐Ÿฅ—๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿงˆ๐Ÿง‚๐Ÿฅซ๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™๐Ÿš๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿฆช๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฅฎ๐Ÿก๐ŸฅŸ๐Ÿฅ ๐Ÿฅก๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐ŸŽ‚๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฅง๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿฅ›โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿซ–๐Ÿต๐Ÿถ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿท๐Ÿธ๐Ÿน๐Ÿบ๐Ÿป๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿฅƒ๐Ÿซ—๐Ÿฅค๐Ÿง‹๐Ÿงƒ๐Ÿง‰๐ŸงŠ๐Ÿฅข๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿด๐Ÿฅ„๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿซ™๐Ÿบ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ—บ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ”โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒ‹๐Ÿ—ป๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ–๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐ŸŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ—๐Ÿงฑ๐Ÿชจ๐Ÿชต๐Ÿ›–๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿš๐Ÿ ๐Ÿก๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿจ๐Ÿฉ๐Ÿช๐Ÿซ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฏ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿ’’๐Ÿ—ผ๐Ÿ—ฝโ›ช๏ธ๐Ÿ•Œ๐Ÿ›•๐Ÿ•โ›ฉ๏ธ๐Ÿ•‹โ›ฒ๏ธโ›บ๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒƒ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒ„๐ŸŒ…๐ŸŒ†๐ŸŒ‡๐ŸŒ‰โ™จ๏ธ๐ŸŽ ๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽก๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽช๐Ÿš‚๐Ÿš๐Ÿš„๐Ÿš…๐Ÿš†๐Ÿš‡๐Ÿšˆ๐Ÿš‰๐ŸšŠ๐Ÿš๐Ÿšž๐Ÿš‹๐ŸšŒ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŽ๐Ÿš๐Ÿš‘๐Ÿš’๐Ÿš“๐Ÿš”๐Ÿš•๐Ÿš–๐Ÿš—๐Ÿš˜๐Ÿš™๐Ÿ›ป๐Ÿšš๐Ÿš›๐Ÿšœ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›ต๐Ÿฆฝ๐Ÿฆผ๐Ÿ›บ๐Ÿšฒ๐Ÿ›ด๐Ÿ›น๐Ÿ›ผ๐Ÿš๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ›ค๐Ÿ›ขโ›ฝ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ž๐Ÿšจ๐Ÿšฅ๐Ÿšฆ๐Ÿ›‘๐Ÿšงโš“๏ธ๐Ÿ›Ÿโ›ต๏ธ๐Ÿ›ถ๐Ÿšค๐Ÿ›ณโ›ด๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฅ๐Ÿšขโœˆ๏ธ๐Ÿ›ฉ๐Ÿ›ซ๐Ÿ›ฌ๐Ÿช‚๐Ÿ’บ๐Ÿš๐ŸšŸ๐Ÿš ๐Ÿšก๐Ÿ›ฐ๐Ÿš€๐Ÿ›ธ๐Ÿ›Ž๐ŸงณโŒ›๏ธโณ๏ธโŒš๏ธโฐ๏ธโฑ๏ธโฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ•ฐ๐Ÿ•›๐Ÿ•ง๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•œ๐Ÿ•‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ•’๐Ÿ•ž๐Ÿ•“๐Ÿ•Ÿ๐Ÿ•”๐Ÿ• ๐Ÿ••๐Ÿ•ก๐Ÿ•–๐Ÿ•ข๐Ÿ•—๐Ÿ•ฃ๐Ÿ•˜๐Ÿ•ค๐Ÿ•™๐Ÿ•ฅ๐Ÿ•š๐Ÿ•ฆ๐ŸŒ‘๐ŸŒ’๐ŸŒ“๐ŸŒ”๐ŸŒ•๐ŸŒ–๐ŸŒ—๐ŸŒ˜๐ŸŒ™๐ŸŒš๐ŸŒ›๐ŸŒœ๐ŸŒกโ˜€๏ธ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿชโญ๏ธ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŒโ˜๏ธโ›…๏ธโ›ˆ๏ธ๐ŸŒค๐ŸŒฅ๐ŸŒฆ๐ŸŒง๐ŸŒจ๐ŸŒฉ๐ŸŒช๐ŸŒซ๐ŸŒฌ๐ŸŒ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒ‚โ˜‚๏ธโ˜”๏ธโ›ฑ๏ธโšก๏ธโ„๏ธโ˜ƒ๏ธโ›„๏ธโ˜„๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’ง๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ†๐ŸŽ‡๐Ÿงจโœจ๏ธ๐ŸŽˆ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽŠ๐ŸŽ‹๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ‘๐Ÿงง๐ŸŽ€๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ—๐ŸŽŸ๐ŸŽซ๐ŸŽ–๐Ÿ†๐Ÿ…๐Ÿฅ‡๐Ÿฅˆ๐Ÿฅ‰โšฝ๏ธโšพ๏ธ๐ŸฅŽ๐Ÿ€๐Ÿ๐Ÿˆ๐Ÿ‰๐ŸŽพ๐Ÿฅ๐ŸŽณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿธ๐ŸฅŠ๐Ÿฅ‹๐Ÿฅ…โ›ณ๏ธโ›ธ๏ธ๐ŸŽฃ๐Ÿคฟ๐ŸŽฝ๐ŸŽฟ๐Ÿ›ท๐ŸฅŒ๐ŸŽฏ๐Ÿช€๐Ÿช๐ŸŽฑ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐Ÿช„๐Ÿงฟ๐Ÿชฌ๐ŸŽฎ๐Ÿ•น๐ŸŽฐ๐ŸŽฒ๐Ÿงฉ๐Ÿงธ๐Ÿช…๐Ÿชฉ๐Ÿช†โ™ ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฆ๏ธโ™ฃ๏ธโ™Ÿ๏ธ๐Ÿƒ๐Ÿ€„๐ŸŽด๐ŸŽญ๐Ÿ–ผ๐ŸŽจ๐Ÿงต๐Ÿชก๐Ÿงถ๐Ÿชข๐Ÿ‘“๐Ÿ•ถ๐Ÿฅฝ๐Ÿฅผ๐Ÿฆบ๐Ÿ‘”๐Ÿ‘•๐Ÿ‘–๐Ÿงฃ๐Ÿงค๐Ÿงฅ๐Ÿงฆ๐Ÿ‘—๐Ÿ‘˜๐Ÿฅป๐Ÿฉฑ๐Ÿฉฒ๐Ÿฉณ๐Ÿ‘™๐Ÿ‘š๐Ÿชญ๐Ÿ‘›๐Ÿ‘œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ›๐ŸŽ’๐Ÿฉด๐Ÿ‘ž๐Ÿ‘Ÿ๐Ÿฅพ๐Ÿฅฟ๐Ÿ‘ ๐Ÿ‘ก๐Ÿฉฐ๐Ÿ‘ข๐Ÿชฎ๐Ÿ‘‘๐Ÿ‘’๐ŸŽฉ๐ŸŽ“๐Ÿงข๐Ÿช–โ›‘๏ธ๐Ÿ“ฟ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’Ž๐Ÿ”‡๐Ÿ”ˆ๐Ÿ”‰๐Ÿ”Š๐Ÿ“ข๐Ÿ“ฃ๐Ÿ“ฏ๐Ÿ””๐Ÿ”•๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽต๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽ™๐ŸŽš๐ŸŽ›๐ŸŽค๐ŸŽง๐Ÿ“ป๐ŸŽท๐Ÿช—๐ŸŽธ๐ŸŽน๐ŸŽบ๐ŸŽป๐Ÿช•๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿช˜๐Ÿช‡๐Ÿชˆ๐Ÿ“ฑ๐Ÿ“ฒโ˜Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ“ž๐Ÿ“Ÿ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ”‹๐Ÿชซ๐Ÿ”Œ๐Ÿ’ป๐Ÿ–ฅ๐Ÿ–จโŒจ๏ธ๐Ÿ–ฑ๐Ÿ–ฒ๐Ÿ’ฝ๐Ÿ’พ๐Ÿ’ฟ๐Ÿ“€๐Ÿงฎ๐ŸŽฅ๐ŸŽž๐Ÿ“ฝ๐ŸŽฌ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ“ท๐Ÿ“ธ๐Ÿ“น๐Ÿ“ผ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”Ž๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ’ก๐Ÿ”ฆ๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿช”๐Ÿ“”๐Ÿ“•๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ“—๐Ÿ“˜๐Ÿ“™๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ““๐Ÿ“’๐Ÿ“ƒ๐Ÿ“œ๐Ÿ“„๐Ÿ“ฐ๐Ÿ—ž๐Ÿ“‘๐Ÿ”–๐Ÿท๐Ÿ’ฐ๐Ÿช™๐Ÿ’ด๐Ÿ’ต๐Ÿ’ถ๐Ÿ’ท๐Ÿ’ธ๐Ÿ’ณ๐Ÿงพโœ‰๏ธ๐Ÿ“ง๐Ÿ“จ๐Ÿ“ฉ๐Ÿ“ค๐Ÿ“ฅ๐Ÿ“ฆ๐Ÿ“ซ๐Ÿ“ช๐Ÿ“ฌ๐Ÿ“ญ๐Ÿ“ฎ๐Ÿ—ณโœ๏ธโœ’๏ธ๐Ÿ–‹๐Ÿ–Š๐Ÿ–Œ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ’ผ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“‚๐Ÿ—‚๐Ÿ“…๐Ÿ“†๐Ÿ—’๐Ÿ—“๐Ÿ“‡๐Ÿ“ˆ๐Ÿ“‰๐Ÿ“Š๐Ÿ“‹๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“Ž๐Ÿ–‡๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“โœ‚๏ธ๐Ÿ—ƒ๐Ÿ—„๐Ÿ—‘๐Ÿ”’๐Ÿ”“๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‘๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ”จ๐Ÿช“โ›๏ธโš’๏ธ๐Ÿ› ๐Ÿ—กโš”๏ธ๐Ÿ”ซ๐Ÿชƒ๐Ÿน๐Ÿ›ก๐Ÿชš๐Ÿ”ง๐Ÿช›๐Ÿ”ฉโš™๏ธ๐Ÿ—œโš–๏ธ๐Ÿฆฏ๐Ÿ”—โ›“๏ธโ›“๏ธโ€๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿช๐Ÿงฐ๐Ÿงฒ๐Ÿชœโš—๏ธ๐Ÿงช๐Ÿงซ๐Ÿงฌ๐Ÿ”ฌ๐Ÿ”ญ๐Ÿ“ก๐Ÿ’‰๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿ’Š๐Ÿฉน๐Ÿฉผ๐Ÿฉบ๐Ÿฉป๐Ÿšช๐Ÿ›—๐Ÿชž๐ŸชŸ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›‹๐Ÿช‘๐Ÿšฝ๐Ÿช ๐Ÿšฟ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿชค๐Ÿช’๐Ÿงด๐Ÿงท๐Ÿงน๐Ÿงบ๐Ÿงป๐Ÿชฃ๐Ÿงผ๐Ÿซง๐Ÿชฅ๐Ÿงฝ๐Ÿงฏ๐Ÿ›’๐Ÿšฌโšฐ๏ธ๐Ÿชฆโšฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ—ฟ๐Ÿชง๐Ÿชช๐Ÿง๐Ÿšฎ๐Ÿšฐโ™ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿšน๐Ÿšบ๐Ÿšป๐Ÿšผ๐Ÿšพ๐Ÿ›‚๐Ÿ›ƒ๐Ÿ›„๐Ÿ›…โš ๏ธ๐Ÿšธโ›”๏ธ๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿšณ๐Ÿšญ๐Ÿšฏ๐Ÿšฑ๐Ÿšท๐Ÿ“ต๐Ÿ”žโ˜ข๏ธโ˜ฃ๏ธโฌ†๏ธโ†—๏ธโžก๏ธโ†˜๏ธโฌ‡๏ธโ†™๏ธโฌ…๏ธโ†–๏ธโ†•๏ธโ†”๏ธโ†ฉ๏ธโ†ช๏ธโคด๏ธโคต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ƒ๐Ÿ”„๐Ÿ”™๐Ÿ”š๐Ÿ”›๐Ÿ”œ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ›โš›๏ธ๐Ÿ•‰โœก๏ธโ˜ธ๏ธโ˜ฏ๏ธโœ๏ธโ˜ฆ๏ธโ˜ช๏ธโ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ•Ž๐Ÿ”ฏ๐Ÿชฏโ™ˆ๏ธโ™‰๏ธโ™Š๏ธโ™‹๏ธโ™Œ๏ธโ™๏ธโ™Ž๏ธโ™๏ธโ™๏ธโ™‘๏ธโ™’๏ธโ™“๏ธโ›Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ”€๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”‚โ–ถ๏ธโฉ๏ธโญ๏ธโฏ๏ธโ—€๏ธโช๏ธโฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ผโซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฝโฌ๏ธโธ๏ธโน๏ธโบ๏ธโ๏ธ๐ŸŽฆ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐Ÿ”†๐Ÿ“ถ๐Ÿ›œ๐Ÿ“ณ๐Ÿ“ดโ™€๏ธโ™‚๏ธโšง๏ธโœ–๏ธโž•๏ธโž–๏ธโž—๏ธ๐ŸŸฐโ™พ๏ธโ€ผ๏ธโ‰๏ธโ“๏ธโ”๏ธโ•๏ธโ—๏ธใ€ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ’ฑ๐Ÿ’ฒโš•๏ธโ™ป๏ธโšœ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ“›๐Ÿ”ฐโญ•๏ธโœ…๏ธโ˜‘๏ธโœ”๏ธโŒ๏ธโŽ๏ธโžฐ๏ธโžฟ๏ธใ€ฝ๏ธโœณ๏ธโœด๏ธโ‡๏ธยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธโ„ข๏ธ#๏ธโƒฃ*๏ธโƒฃ0๏ธโƒฃ1๏ธโƒฃ2๏ธโƒฃ3๏ธโƒฃ4๏ธโƒฃ5๏ธโƒฃ6๏ธโƒฃ7๏ธโƒฃ8๏ธโƒฃ9๏ธโƒฃ๐Ÿ”Ÿ๐Ÿ” ๐Ÿ”ก๐Ÿ”ข๐Ÿ”ฃ๐Ÿ”ค๐Ÿ…ฐ๏ธ๐Ÿ†Ž๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฑ๏ธ๐Ÿ†‘๏ธ๐Ÿ†’๏ธ๐Ÿ†“๏ธโ„น๏ธ๐Ÿ†”๏ธโ“‚๏ธ๐Ÿ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ†–๏ธ๐Ÿ…พ๏ธ๐Ÿ†—๏ธ๐Ÿ…ฟ๏ธ๐Ÿ†˜๏ธ๐Ÿ†™๏ธ๐Ÿ†š๏ธ๐Ÿˆ๏ธ๐Ÿˆ‚๏ธ๐Ÿˆท๏ธ๐Ÿˆถ๏ธ๐Ÿˆฏ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰๏ธ๐Ÿˆน๏ธ๐Ÿˆš๏ธ๐Ÿˆฒ๏ธ๐Ÿ‰‘๏ธ๐Ÿˆธ๏ธ๐Ÿˆด๏ธ๐Ÿˆณ๏ธใŠ—๏ธใŠ™๏ธ๐Ÿˆบ๏ธ๐Ÿˆต๏ธ๐Ÿ”ด๐ŸŸ ๐ŸŸก๐ŸŸข๐Ÿ”ต๐ŸŸฃ๐ŸŸคโšช๏ธโšซ๏ธ๐ŸŸฅ๐ŸŸง๐ŸŸจ๐ŸŸฉ๐ŸŸฆ๐ŸŸช๐ŸŸซโฌ›โฌœ๏ธโ—ผ๏ธโ—ป๏ธโ—พ๏ธโ—ฝ๏ธโ–ช๏ธโ–ซ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ถ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ท๏ธ๐Ÿ”ธ๏ธ๐Ÿ”น๏ธ๐Ÿ”บ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ’ ๐Ÿ”˜๐Ÿ”ฒ๐Ÿ”ณ๐Ÿ๐Ÿšฉ๐Ÿด๐Ÿณ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ๐Ÿดโ€โ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ป๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฟ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡จ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฏ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ด๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฆ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฉ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ซ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฑ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ถ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ผ๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡พ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฐ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡น๐Ÿ‡ญ๐Ÿ‡บ๐Ÿ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I have been here for a while but I do need to ask if it is bad form to call out (even with applause and admiration) tags and identify the writer of said tags in a reblog? If so I will delete. I value and respect complicated tumblr ettiquette
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astroeleanor ยท 18 days ago
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Zodiac Signs Who Will Be The Main Characters of 2025 ๐Ÿ†โœจ๐ŸŽ‰
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๐Ÿฅ‡ PISCES (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)
SATURN IN PISCES (January 2025-May 2025) + (September 2025-February 2026):
Taking responsibility for your life, focusing on personal growth, developing resilience, defining who you are on your own terms, building a solid foundation for the future, turning your visions into reality.
VENUS & MERCURY RETROGRADE IN PISCES (Retrograde Overlap from March 14th 2025-March 24th 2025):
An important moment for reflection, taking a closer look at your relationships and the ways you communicate, revisiting old connections, rediscovering forgotten passions, slowing down to realign with your inner truth.
LUNAR ECLIPSE IN PISCES (September 7th 2025):
A powerful moment of culmination and transformation, sudden shifts and insights about your identity and personal path, shedding whatโ€™s holding you back so you can step into your next chapter with purpose.
๐Ÿฅˆ ARIES (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)
SATURN IN ARIES (May 24th 2025 - September 1st 2025):
The beginning of a new cycle in your personal growth, taking responsibility for your goals, stepping into a leadership role in your life, confronting self-doubt, maturing or redefining your sense of self.
NEPTUNE IN ARIES (March 30th 2025-October 22nd 2025):
A wave of inspiration and imagination, dream big and align your actions with a higher sense of purpose, reconnecting with your intuition and spiritual potential, reimagining who you are and how you present yourself to the world, visionary thinking, taking inspired action.
As Saturn dips back into Pisces (September 2nd 2025-February 14th 2026), youโ€™ll revisit some emotional or spiritual themes from the past to tie up any loose ends. This reflective period will prepare you for the full-on Saturn in Aries experience (starting on February 15th 2026-April 13th 2028), where youโ€™ll step into greater authority and responsibility.
๐Ÿฅ‰ GEMINI (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)
JUPITER IN GEMINI (May 26th 2024-June 8th 2025):
A year of personal growth, stepping into your confidence, expanding your horizons, embracing the best version of yourself, discovering what makes you shine and leaning into it, feeling more open to explore new ideas or even physical experiences, an excellent time for networking and claiming the spotlight.
URANUS IN GEMINI (July 7th 2025-November 7th 2025):
A preview of revolutionary changes to your identity, the urge to break free from old roles or expectations, reinventing yourself, adopting a new look, a shift in how you express yourself, taking center stage in your own life, redefining who you are, reclaiming your narrative. Consider this your โ€œtrailerโ€ for the personal evolution and breakthroughs ahead. This energy will play out fully starting on the 26th of April 2026.
๐ŸŽ– CANCER (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)
JUPITER IN CANCER (June 9th 2025-June 30th 2026):
Amplified confidence and sense of self, focusing on personal growth, improving your self-image, taking bold steps toward your goals, a renewed sense of purpose and an inner glow that others canโ€™t help but notice.
SATURN IN ARIES (May 24th 2025 - September 1st 2025):
Confronting situations where you need more courage and determination, feeling the pressure to balance ambitions with your emotional needs, a period of setting boundaries and taking responsibility for your future, stepping into a more structured, ambitious version of yourself without losing your emotional depth.
๐Ÿ…VIRGO (Moon, Rising, Chart Ruler)
ECLIPSES IN VIRGO (March 29th 2025, September 21st 2025):
A year of personal reinvention, pivotal moments where youโ€™re inspired to redefine your personal goals, a fresh chapter, prioritizing your needs and embracing your strengths.
SATURN IN PISCES (January 2025-May 2025) + (September 2025-February 2026):
Taking responsibility for your life, making tough decisions, a test of boundaries in relationships, reevaluation of partnerships, dealing with external pressure, assessing who you are, what you want, and how you show up in the world, letting go of limiting beliefs.
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