Der Vorgang 33759
dr.darya@expressemail.pro
Dariya
Der erste Kontakt 33759
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| Hey there!
I confess, I’m somewhat concerned as I type this message. I’ve ever reached out to a unknown person, especially one who dwells so distant. It’s akin to launching a tiny ship with a hope across the ocean, praying that it will land the perfect shore. My world is a tiny Russian village, hidden among plains and silvery woods. Here, time doesn’t fly, but seems to drift leisurely like a ripple. In the nights, when the sun meets the horizon, the heavens shines with such hues that it feels as if the heavens himself brushes art. I’m a physician. I care for people… and probably a small part of my own hidden scars. I have all I require for living, but oddly enough, in the nights, I regularly sense… not exactly solitude, but rather… some sort of incompleteness. It’s as if the picture isn’t entirely complete, and the key piece is lacking. I need a man with whom I can stay quiet without experiencing uncomfortable. With whom you can gaze at the stars and exchange your truest reflections. A individual who finds beauty not only in the external, but also in what’s buried deep inside. Possibly it’s a silly thought to seek for a soulmate on the web. But just maybe… are you the one who can recognize in me not just letters on a monitor, but something more? With affection from remote Russia! Darya. Antes de imprimir este correo piense si es necesario hacerlo. El cuidado del medio ambiente es responsabilidad de todos. La información contenida en este correo electrónico y en todos sus archivos anexos es confidencial y exclusiva de la Corporación Universitaria Lasallista y puede ser utilizada únicamente por la(s) persona(s) a la(s) cual(es) está dirigida. Si usted no es el destinatario autorizado, cualquier modificación, retención, difusión, distribución o copia total o parcial de este mensaje y/o de la información contenida en este y/o en sus archivos anexos está prohibida y podrá ser sancionada por la ley. Si recibe este mensaje por error, sÃrvase borrarlo de inmediato, notifÃquele de su error a la persona que lo envió y absténgase de divulgar su contenido e información anexa. Las opiniones contenidas en este mensaje electrónico no relacionadas con la actividad de la Corporación, no necesariamente representan la opinión de la Institución. |
| Greetings there!
I acknowledge, I’m a bit anxious as I compose this letter. I’ve not once reached out to a someone unfamiliar, particularly one who dwells so remote. It’s like sending a paper boat with a wish across the ocean, wishing that it will land the correct beach. My existence is a small Russian settlement, hidden among plains and white-tree forests. Here, the hours doesn’t fly, but feels to flow slowly like a current. In the dusk, when the sunlight meets the horizon, the heavens glows with such tones that it feels as if the heavens directly creates art. I’m a healer. I care for patients… and maybe a tiny piece of my own hidden hurts. I have each thing I want for life, but oddly enough, in the nights, I often sense… not that isolation, but more like… some type of incompleteness. It’s as if the picture isn’t completely put together, and the key element is missing. I need a man with whom I can be silent without having uncomfortable. With whom you can stare at the stars and share your deepest reflections. A person who sees splendor not only in the outside, but also in what’s hidden inside the heart. Maybe it’s a stupid notion to seek for a kindred spirit through the internet. But what if… are you the one who can recognize in me not just letters on a screen, but a hidden essence? With warmth from faraway Russia! Darya. |