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dr_nina@mednexus.ru
Nina
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Deciding to create this missive turned out to be more tough than I believed. Sending my musings into the digital abyss to a someone I don't know is like uttering softly something significant into an vacant bottle and casting it into the ocean, hoping the currents won't misplace it. My world is not about the busy chaos of a capital city, but a quiet country town, swamped by the vegetation of backyards. Here, the hours pass languidly, like the song of an antique barrel organ, and when dusk arrives, the roads are bathed in such a soft warm light that it appears as if the moment stops to take a breather. I am a physician. I help people... and, maybe, a tiny bit of my own soul's wounds too. I have a place to live, a profession, books—everything that is considered a mark of a quiet life. But sometimes, especially in the dusk, I catch myself feeling... not a void, but rather a sense of waiting. As if the most interesting part of my story hasn't even begun yet, and I'm still going over the long introduction. I would like to find a person with whom this anticipation would finally be replaced by a sensation of arriving home. Someone with whom it would be simple both to be wordless and to speak until sunrise. A person who can perceive the narrative behind an everyday expression and listen to the music in everyday language. Naturally, I understand that a hint of uncertainty falls over all of this—can you really discover something authentic where everything begins with a screen? But what if the dynamics have changed? What if you are the one who will read between the lines not just letters, but a essence? With sincerity, from the interior of Russia. Nina. |