Notes after Vodka

When you’re with russia, all worries go away. You’re in a totally different world. The parallel world that is transparent to every other eye. You don’t think, because thinking brings worries. Your feet levitate above the ground. You spread your arms and see the wings that never existed before. You take flight. Up above you fly, with her. Arms wide open. Love in the eyes…

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