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I know that sometimes the things we carry become too much for us. We are burned down, but somehow we have to pick ourselves up and keep going
Paullina Simons
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Paullina Simons
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: January 1
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St. Petersburg
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We’ll meet again in Lvov, my love and I…” Tatiana hums, eating her ice cream, in our Leningrad, in jasmine June, near Fontanka, the Neva, the Summer Garden, where we are forever young.
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