[dinosoar]

Username;;
My username is Dawnmist001, call me dawn c:

.:About the deerssert:.

Name;;
Her name is Nanashi, meaning 'No name' in Japanese
Gender;;
She has no gender, but she prefers to be considered a girl.
Personality;;
Brave and strong, and she stands up for what she truly believes in.

Likes and dislikes:
Likes:
Summer
Warm weather
Flowers
Outdoors
Dislikes:
Cold
Indoors
People who cut down trees

Nanashi's diary, page one:

November 4, 2013:

I decided to write a diary so I can express my feelings. I am ignored in this world, unable to speak up for what I believe in. My siblings pay no attention to me, and I have no friends.

That's all for today, but I will write more when I have time.

November 15, 2013:

I met a boy today, and he was quite nice. But when he asked my name, I could do nothing but run and hide my face. He thought he had hurt my feelings, and went to ask my siblings about me. I was quite embarrassed, but then he came with a notebook and a pencil and we had a long conversation, and he let me keep the notebook. I hid it under my pillow.

November 27, 2013:

Today I met my new friend under a bare tree, and we sat and 'talked' for a while. Then he introduced me to his friends. They were pretty nice, and almost made me feel wanted. Life is beginning to have reason.

Nanashi's diary, page two:
June 19, 2014

I haven't written in my diary in a long time, but I no longer need to express myself in writing. Me and my new friend have been dating, and I have found more ways to communicate with him. We filled up the notebook he gave to me, and I still sleep with it under my pillow. I now get along with my siblings, especially Spring. We sit in quiet and they can't hear what I can't say, so it is quite peaceful. We understand each other without saying a word. I am looking forward to the next few days, as spring time ends and summer begins. Also, today me and my friend sat under a tree and kissed. There are suddenly reasons to continue living, and I have never felt so happy in my life. I never dreamed of someone so important to me, and I have made several new friends as well.

This is goodbye, I hope that you have learned from me; nothing is a disability. Anything others consider a disability is just a part of you. Something that makes you unique and different.

Sincerely, your friend, Nanashi.

[Ohdeerieme]

╰⊰⊹☼ Lucia ☼⊹⊱╮

Art + form by me.
╰⊰⊹☼ Username ☼⊹⊱╮ Technically me my username is Clockwork Spirit after one of my new chars. Though please just call me Mimic.
╰⊰⊹☼ Name ☼⊹⊱╮ Lucia, though to most she's known as Summer.
╰⊰⊹☼ Gender ☼⊹⊱╮ Lucia is genderless but most often she's referred to as female.

A story:;
Luicia's pov
I walk to meet the rest of my siblings for our yearly meeting. Of course it's the season I despise most, winter. It's cold,wet,and I can hardly walk with all the snow.

[Manakete]

Awaken from a quiet sleep, hear the whispering of the wind...

Username
Manakete

Deerssert Name
Neimi (pronounced knee-me). Neimi is a simple, yet elegant name, like this Deerssert.

Gender
Neimi is genderless, but most often prefers to be referred to as female.

Personality
Neimi is a kind, gentle creature. She spreads life and kindness wherever she goes, despite the fact that she is mute. Luckily, she can easily convey her messages through body language, an ability she is grateful for.
Neimi is quite optimistic and flexible, always willing to compromise rather than get her way. Her docile nature makes her appear charismatic, a trait she welcomes. Neimi is a very grateful Deerssert, always thanking the gods for her blessings and the ordeals she faces to strengthen her character.
Although she is genderless, Neimi identifies as female and dresses and acts more feminine than masculine.

Favorite Thing About Summer
Neimi's favorite thing about summer is the sun. It's so warm and inviting and gentle, but it can be powerful, too. Neimi strides to be like the summer sun; a gentle teacher and a powerful master, but also an icon of hope and good times to come.

Relationships with Siblings

Winter
Neimi probably has the roughest relationship with Winter because they are in such contrast; Neimi is the spirit of warmth, life, and radiance, where Winter is the spirit of cold, sleep, and stillness. Most often, you can find them quietly debating something trivial, but they are siblings after all. They don't spend much time together because of their vast difference from each other, however, you can sometimes see them conversing on what it's like to be different. Winter talks about how the world is from the perspective of the blind, and Neimi describes what it's like to interact with others and what the world looks like, but this is a rare occurrence.

Spring
Neimi's favorite sibling is Spring. She really connects with Spring because of the lush life they both leave in their paths and the warmth they constantly exude. Neimi and Spring enjoy reading together, playing games, tending to flowers, and looking at the clouds.
Another favored activity is practicing calligraphy. Because Spring is deaf, Neimi can converse only through body language and writing, so she likes to make the writing as beautiful as possible to make up for Spring's lack of hearing. Both of the Deersserts enjoy practicing calligraphy with each other because they both believe you can learn a lot about someone through their writing style and form.

Autumn
Neimi doesn't have a connection to Autumn like she does to Spring, but their relationship also isn't as rocky as Neimi and Winter's. Autumn enjoys training Neimi in the arts of self-defense because of his immunity to pain, but explicitly states that she must never use her skills to harm.
Being the only one of the four spirits that can see, hear, and speak, Autumn is considered the patriarch of the group and is favored the most by all of his siblings. He shows the most affection toward Neimi, as evidenced by the amount of time he attempts to spend with her. What he enjoys most about her company is her flowery hoofprints.

"On the topic of my muteness..."
"I don't mind being mute. It's just an obstacle in life. Everyone has to face obstacles. I remain optimistic about life because I know that I have a purpose, a destiny to fulfill. I don't know what it is yet, but I just know it's there, waiting to reveal itself.
I actually quite like being mute. It's interesting to see how people react and how to change how I act to encourage them to welcome and accept me and treat me like one of them. Forget being a spirit, no one really cares in the long run. Sure, it's an interesting factor when I first meet people, but the novelty wears off, and how I act is what remains."

Quotes by Neimi
"You must never lose track of yourself, or the darkness will consume you."

"You will never fully understand yourself by yourself, so don't try; instead, try and understand others to unlock the secrets about you."

"Sometimes, you don't realize how different we all are until you close your mouth, open your mind, and just listen. That's how it is for me all the time. I just think, and it helps me to realize how individual we all are. It's comforting and terrifying at the same time, but I love it just the same."

[booklover789]

ЦƧΣЯПΛMΣ:
booklover789

'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

ПΛMΣ:
Pan

Summer has always been my favorite season. I feel happier.

ПΛMΣ DΣFIПIƬIӨП (ΛПD ӨЯIGIП):
"To Pasture" (Greek)

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

ЩΉY DID YӨЦ ПΛMΣ ΉIM ƬΉΛƬ?
I named this Deerssert "Pan" because its design reminded me of the Greek god by the same name. Pan was a faun or satyr god in Greek mythology. He was the god of the wild, shepherds, flocks, hunting, fields, groves, wooded glens, theatrical criticism, and rustic music. He was also the companion of the nymphs. He was known for being a "ladies' man"; but often he took time for himself to be alone - this was usually accomplished by taking long naps in the afternoon.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.

GΣПDΣЯ:
Genderless, but prefers to be male.

I like summer. I like warmer weather and long days. I'm one of those silly people who still enjoy lying in the sun - my children are horrified!

DIƧΛBIᄂIƬY:
He's mute.

Summer is very precious.

ЩΉY ƬΉIƧ DIƧΛBIᄂIƬY IƧП'Ƭ ЯΣΛᄂᄂY Λ DIƧΛBIᄂIƬY:
Pan doesn't mind being mute - he really doesn't consider it a hindrance on his everyday life. When he wishes to convey something to someone, he'll usually act it out, much like charades, or he'll spell it out using flowers or other aspects of nature. He is very expressive with his face, and his body language is easily readable, so he really doesn't need to speak to convey emotion.

There is no real need for decorations when throwing a barbecue party - let the summer garden, in all its vibrant and luscious splendour, speak for itself.

ЯΣᄂΛƬIӨПƧΉIP ƬӨ ΉIƧ ƧIBᄂIПGƧ:
Each of Pan's siblings is genderless, but like he, they have a preferred gender. Each of his siblings will be referred to in that gender below.

Pan's relationship to each of his siblings is different.
Pan is merciful towards Spring, his sister, as she is deaf, and usually does not speak because of this. He not only takes pity on her, but he often helps her and protects her from trouble. Pan has very similar beliefs about ideals, morals, and politics as Spring - they agree on nearly everything. Even though neither of them make it a habit to speak, they both understand each other well, and often have long and meaningful conversations without speaking a single word.
Due to his other sister, Winter, being blind, Pan also looks out for her. Pan is very protective of Winter, and almost acts like a father to her. When Winter needs a shoulder to cry on, or just needs a hug every once in awhile, you can bet your bottom dollar that Pan will be at her side, comforting her and giving her the attention and love that she needs. Whenever Winter needs to just talk something out with someone, she'll usually go to Pan. Even though Pan cannot speak back to Winter, he does his best to help her in every way he can, even if it's something as simple as patting her on the back every once in awhile.
While Pan has excellent relationships with his other two siblings, he has a very poor relationship with his brother, Autumn. Pan often takes advantage of Autumn's ability to not feel pain - he often roughhouses with Autumn, and usually takes the roughhousing too far. Though Autumn cannot feel pain, Pan still hurts him and bullies him. Autumn sometimes walks into a room, covered in bruises - while he feels nothing, he knows his body will have side effects to the roughhousing at a later date. Pan loved his brother, once, before Autumn betrayed him. Autumn took the love of Pan's life and persuaded her to leave him. Pan hates his brother for doing this, and even though Autumn apologized, and let Pan's ex-girlfriend go, Pan has never forgiven him.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

FΛVӨЯIƬΣ ƬΉIПG ΛBӨЦƬ ƧЦMMΣЯ:
He loves seeing the happy faces of other Deersserts around summertime. He loves making other Deersserts smile, especially by walking circles around them, as wherever he places a hoof, sunflowers spring up, reaching towards the sun. He also enjoys helping the plants grow - in summer there isn't very much rain, so he helps every plant continue to grow and not die out during the hottest part of the season. One of the plants he loves to take care of is ivy - especially the firmly rooted kind that crawl up the fences or through cracks in walls.

Aaah, summer - that long anticipated stretch of lazy, lingering days, free of responsibility and rife with possibility. It's a time to hunt for insects, master handstands, practice swimming strokes, conquer trees, explore nooks and crannies, and make new friends.

[peppermintleo]

Reserving ^^ I have a mute character I adore as is

[Hemalily]

Week 1
I'm supposed to express my thoughts to control my anger, so here I go. My name is Stanga. I am your normal, run of the mill, deerssert. Except the whole mute part. I can't talk. Not at all, and it's extremely frustrating. Most other deersserts would be good souls and endure to the end. I just can't. I have a short fuse, and being disabled just makes it worse. There, I said stuff. Bye.

Week 2
Apparently I have to do this on a regular basis. So, I guess I'll continue with it. Sometimes, I feel so lonely and awkward. I don't even have friends; if it weren't for the help of my siblings, I'd be dead. I don't fit in anywhere. I'm not even a specific gender, both adding to and causing my pain. I mean, I prefer being a guy, but the bucks call me names, so no friends there... I wish that I had better relations with my siblings, they know what it's like to have issues...

Week 3
Everything has been calm lately, so nothing to vent about. I guess I'll talk(well, not really) about my siblings. Surprisingly enough, Winter and I get along the best. I have nothing to say, and they have nothing to see. We sit together quietly, just thinking about life. It's odd, but very calming for a hot head like me. I get along with Spring relatively well, they can't hear what I can't say and they can say what I can hear. But, sometimes Spring is a little too noisy for my liking. And I can't tell them to be quiet. I don't really like Autumn, even if we are siblings. Their disability is rarely hindering, allowing them to lead a full life. I can't do anything without help. We fit together rather well, a quartet of trouble and fun. Usually.... We all have our weaknesses(haha).

Week 4
I've been feeling better as I've been doing these, perhaps those therapists are right... Anyway, summer is nearly here and I've been so excited for the past couple of day. I just love, love summer! It's the time of year where life is focused on doing, doing, doing and not just talking. I can escape my bonds of mortality and fly away on the summer air. Summer lets me be the normal Stanga, not the antisocial weirdo. Others accept me for who I really am and not for my random circumstances. That's the best part of summer, in my opinion. The days of liberty and peace. Ahh, it's just so relaxing. I have to go now, family game night is about to start!

Week 5
I've grown so much over the past few weeks, and I feel so much more in control of myself. I've learned to communicate in other ways with my siblings and I've made a few new friends. I feel so liberated, so empowered. I feel like I can do anything! My muteness is no longer a disability, rather a unique character trait that makes me who I am. My temper is under control(mostly) and I calm down faster. I've grown closer with my siblings; they actually seem to enjoy my presence. I am loved and wanted, the things I had always wished for. I can't imagine what my life would have been like had I continued being ornery to all. This journal has helped me immensely and I will cherish it forever. Farewell, and goodbye.

-Hey, I'm Hemalily! Thank you for this chance, the idea is brilliant.
If things need to changed(size, pics, etc.) I'd love to know.
Again, thank you for giving us opportunity, he/she is a beautiful deer.

[Lady Masquerade]

Name ; haiku ; a haiku is a japanese poem consisting of seventeen syllables, traditionally evoking images of the natural world. I thought of choosing a name that revolved around the season it was based off of, but when my friend vellamore suggested a simple name with a unique meaning, haiku was the first thing that popped into my mind. It's such a lovely and meaningful name, poetic and wistful like a song. It's calm, gentle, and relaxing all the same.
Gender ; genderless ; haiku is nor a female or a male, with nothing to define the gender. Stories shared by those who claim to have seen haiku differ from whether it had antlers or not. Yet in truth, haiku has no gender, and since the season of summer doesn't either, haiku has no preferred gender. A spirit is life, and life can be in both genders.
Age ; unknown ; there have been many theories developed on how old the spirit of summer is. Considering it doesn't enter public areas, and prefers to stick beside the forest, no one may ever know but haiku itself. The most well known theory about haiku is that it is as old as summer itself, but then there is the dying question of when summer was created, and by whom?

Spirit ; summer ; haiku is the spirit and guardian of the season summer, and in haiku's eyes, it's the most lively and beautiful of all seasons. In short, summer is the season of contentment and and and light. The days are longer, the sun shining warm rays that drown all your darkness and worries. Children are out of school, able to spend more time outside, enjoying the beauty of nature. Animals are outside constantly, and the plants are lively and colorful. It's a season of wholeness.
Ability ; flowers ; whenever haiku walks, it leaves small seeds along the ground. These seeds grow into the most wondrous flowers within a few hours, and it's a good way of keeping the forest alive and helping it prepare for autumn. haiku is a very gentle creature when it comes to the flowers and plants around it, and is quite protective of the small budding flowers.
Quirk ; voiceless ; haiku doesn't consider itself mute, because that is a term traced with sadness, anger, and despair. Instead, haiku is thoughtful. Words don't need to be spoken allowed in order to be heard. Summer is a beautiful listener. For haiku, a mouth doesn't need to be opened when a mind is open instead.

Personality ; haiku, being the spirit of summer, has taken in the emotions of summer as well. It's a time of life, growth, and vitality. It's a bright and joyful season, just as haiku is. The spirit doesn't mind having a little fun once and a while, approaching the young deersserts that have been born during the warm months. However, in whole haiku is quite controlled, calm, and relaxed most of the time. Living in just your thoughts makes for a quiet and peaceful life, and haiku never has to jump to conclusions because thought it always required first.
Likes ; haiku is a lover of nature. It spends most of it's time in the forests, where plants are at their fullest of health. If something is out of order or seems a bit messed up, haiku is quick to come up with a way of fixing things. Summer should never be a ruined season, and haiku works hard to improve the expectations required of it. haiku is a fan of young deersserts, but has never shared it's opinion on if it would want children of it's own one day. For the most part, the season is haiku's child, and haiku takes care of it better then anything else.
Dislikes ; haiku is simply disgusted by anything that affects or harms the season and forest. haiku has never been a fan of fire, the bright light is beautiful and seems to lock you into some trance that's impossible to escape. When you come to your senses, it's already to late. The fire has reached you, and darkness has taken over. It chills haiku's mind and spirit, and the deerssert goes into a sad stage of shock and depression whenever a fire rages through the dry season of summer and burns down the forest.

Spring ; envious ; haiku doesn't have a problem with spring, as the season itself is quite beautiful. haiku enjoys seeing the forest come back to life, and color being brought into the world. However, haiku isn't fond of the spirit that watches over the season. haiku is jealous that spring gets to melt the rain and help the plants grow and start off a fresh new life. The spirit also gets to wake the animals up and warm them up. haiku wishes to do that, but doesn't let it show much. haiku holds sympathy for the spirit of spring, considering it is deaf. Being deaf, you can't speak because you can't hear the words forming in your mouth. Not being able to hear the sounds of the seasons seems like a pity, and haiku is glad it is able to hear things around it.
Autumn ; awe ; haiku is in awe with autumn, and finds it to be one of the most magical and beautiful seasons. The respect haiku has for the spirit of autumn is immense, and nothing will ever drift from that. There is always a bit of sadness with autumn because nature is starting to die off, but it leaves in such a colorful and glorious way. Autumn is calm, subtle, and breathtaking. It's like the spirit of autumn holds a tribute to haiku's work by making the season die with a spark. It's gorgeous, and haiku wouldn't have summer leave the earth in any other way.
Winter ; disgust ; haiku is utterly disgusted by winter. The days are short and covered in darkness, and the whole world cripples away into a blank canvas of white death. There is no warmth, and the air is frigid. It's the only time of year when haiku is unable to create life from it's hooves while it walks. Nothing ever comes, and it leaves an empty despair in haiku's soul. During these times haiku will travel great distances to get away from the cold, because it slows it's body and makes it hard to function. Because of this, haiku has a stone heart when thinking about the spirit of winter.

Favorite part of Summer ; the growth. haiku loves the growth of summer. After winter, everything in spring is young and fragile, but when summer comes everything has gotten stronger and older. It's the adulthood of nature, and haiku loves it. The spirit will spend countless hours strolling along the forest in content pleasure because of the huge trees that loom overhead. haiku may be envious of how the spirit of spring gets to welcome and tend to the youth, but the summer spirit itself wouldn't trade time to spend with the strength of a fully growth summer forest for anything.

by Ephemerence on dA

thank you so much for the opportunity of getting to try out uvu <33
my favorite ru is prooobaaably that autumn one, it's lovely. but greediness aside, I'm so happy to have the chance of trying out and the chance of getting my first deerssert. all of these are so lovely * O * <3

[Offended Cockatiel]

Name:

Jane

Gender: Ex

The myths and the stories

Those summer days are the ones most sit back on, thinking of spring memories, pondering autumns to come and sometimes winter too.

In Ancient tribes, and in the small folk towns covering the edges and spindling the sides of every corner of trees and forest, the spirit of Summer is supposed to be the one near, when we think most. It's the one most relax by, and just remember soft thoughts of spring, nevermind thinking of their future autumns and winters. Jane can not speak so he ponders instead, thinking of things he'd say if he could speak and how to "speak" them now. And just thinking in particular. In those Ancient tribes far from civilization each season was brought by deer spirits, as the generations went the stories fallowed. Of mute Summer, blind winter, the deaf Spring and the painless Autumn.

I am wordless, mock me if you will.

Favorite part of Summer:
The colors, Janes favorite part of Summer is the colors. When watching his flowers sprout up behind him, when everything is perfect for them, and the whole enviroment wants them and accents them, he feels lax. What is meant when "perfect for them" is said is, the soft green grass sarounds his flowers of the sun; asters, daisys, his dahlias, gauras, fountain grass, and his yarrow. His flowers are bright but not like spring sprouts and lillies, they have their own darkened colors, wich he thinks, fit perfectly into the summer enviroment with it's own darkened colors. He is almost like a gardener, preening and swooning over the beauty of his flowers and their naturality.


The hindrance of a mute:
If not for his confident, jaded appearance Jane would not be what he is. He is very at ease and seams to always know what is going on or going to happen, as if he knows how to work with the world. And in a sense he does, there is no "hindrance" of being a mute for him, it's just doing things without a voice, and though for most it would be hard he considers it a part of himself that bult him. Of course it never stops getting annoying watching the other life speak with voices, though near the other Spirits he does not feel like this at all. Probably because of their own symptoms.


Let us go deeper:

Communication:
Jane, as described in the stories, has his own way of speaking. He makes things clear without using words, instead using life and body movements. With his elagant movements, it is surprisingly easy to get the gist of what he means, because he moves like he is a part of the background, like the grass, wind or flowers around him. A way he tells stories is that he makes images using his natural saroundings, you could call it nature art, to classify signs of moving on, great warmth or just signs of the future. This is the way he passes on stories or warnings of anything and everything... By creating natural images, with movement, of them, to come to life by touch, by sight, and by sound.

Mind:
Jane is philosophical. He holds a mutual sence of emotions and a deep rooted thought form of others. These thoughts are hard to get him away from, because he has a hard habit of basing his thoughts on one aspect of someones nature and not, fully, any other. Janes mind is a rough whirl wind of thoughts and ideas goes around his head like race cars, it's miraculous how calm and easy he is, and how smoothly everything in his mind flows. It's a finomenon all on its own.

Relationships:
It is true a season spirit does not create relationships too easly with the outside world. At least not the usual sort of relationship. The only "clear" Relationship that the spirits of the seasons posess well are the relationships with each other because that is what connects them with nature, themselves, and the outside world.





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Spring:

The deaf innocence of Spring, how it does not hear all that the world is telling them about reality but instead what it wants to, creating its own beauty. Jane is always shaking his head at the spirit of Spring, because as much as he is inspired by it, he is also considering the lovely Spring naive, as if it does not understand the world in a realistic way, and he has a hard time detaching himself from that idea. Even if there are other aspects to the spirit of Spring he's based himself around the soft, wild innocence and beauty and undoubtably has habited himself from seeing most other parts.

Autumn:

Be as free as Autumn, with it's shaky winds and it's drifting leaves. When rules are not to be fallowed, except for the ones you, yourself have created. It may be odd that Jane considers his spirit companion Autumn mature though it may have to do with how much growth happens in this season. The air is chill but not like when Winter is near, things are bright but not like his own light, and life takes on a new stage all together, almost like a new life. When all the trees go barren as the leaves fall away from them, maybe Autumn does what it wants because it has never felt the sence to not. Jane never thought of the ability not to feel pain as a bad thing but the more he thought about it the more he thought of his companion Autumn being out of the ordinary and not even knowing it, though then again they all are. But with the thought, pain helps most grow and though some plumet it's the pain from mistakes that makes you learn, one mystery Jane has always wondered... how did Autumn learn? How does he learn? Jane can appreciate Autumn more than he lets on because he's always known to linger a little to watch Autumn at his work before going on his way.

Winter:

Winter is season where creatures are weakest. They have flesh and fur to get away from the cold, they make coverings if they won't grow any on themselves, like the humans. Maybe that's why winter is blind. It doesn't realise how others try to protect themselves from its whirling tundras, it's cool winds and cold snowy chills. At least that's what Jane thinks. That because Winter can not "see" everything that it brings it doesn't realize the hardships it can create, but then again it mite not feel the gratitude to the first beautiful snowflakes it creates, it mite not realize how some adore the fact that they can see their breathes in front of their eyes, and it does not see its own pale wight creation that shimmers in the sun. If Jane was susceptible to feelings more than his mutual sence of most he'd pity Winter the most. Even though, in his opinion, Winter does not deserve to be pitied because it is beautiful without ever knowing beauty like others do.

[sonder;]

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words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;

☂ ｉｍ
☂☂☂ ｊｕｓｔ
☂☂☂☂☂ ｏｋａｙ
☂
☂
☂
☂
☂ .. ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ

Ｙｏｕ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ...

words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;

❋ ｉ
❋❋❋ ａｍ
❋❋❋❋❋ ｆｉｎｅ
❋
❋
❋
❋
❋ .. ｌｉａｒ

Ｙｏｕ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ...

words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;
words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words; words;

[epimetheus]

dropping out