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It was a quiet morning. The air was still cool and the streets weren’t crowded yet. Somehow, without really planning it, I ended up going for a walk with Scalden’s Jay and Cherrilane’s Sangwon. The grass was still a bit wet from the dew and the sun had just started coming up. Jay brought his camera, of course. Every few minutes he’d stop to take pictures of random things, leaves, the sky, even small flowers by the path. Sangwon just walked with us, looking around and enjoying the calm morning.

“Tuhkan enak jalan jalan pagi, seger banget pemandangannya kalo pagi” Jay said while pointing his camera at the sunlight through the trees. “Iyaa, ko udah deh stop fotoin semuanya” Sangwon shook his head. “Ya kan sayang kalo gak difotoin lagi, siapa tau kalo bagus nanti bisa dijadiin uang, wkwk” Jay chuckled.

We kept walking, talking about random things, and sometimes just enjoying the quiet morning. Maybe someday y'all can join with us guys.
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Pile of delicate wool slipping on
the carpet, earnestly wait to be
chosen as today’s main charisma,
caught masses’ eyes amidst its delicacy.
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Hey it’s brand new day! Time to get
something fresh from #Sakura28thGlow
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It starts early, two houses waking in their own rhythm, both full, a little noisy, a little undone in that familiar, lived-in way. Morning slips through different windows, landing softly on spaces that are already asking to be put back together.

“you up?" "yeah.. house is already loud.”

Courthlace's Yoonseo moves from room to room, folding, wiping, fixing little things as they go, pausing only to shift the air, to make the space feel lighter than it was before. Cherrilane's Mark does the same elsewhere, sleeves pushed up, stepping around the constant motion of a full house, rinsing, tidying, starting something in one corner before drifting to another, then returning like nothing was left unfinished. Dishes clink, water runs, footsteps overlap with distant voices. A meal comes together in between it all, something simple, something warm, before being cleared away just as easily. The day stretches like that, from one small task to the next, never fully still, but never overwhelming either. And by the time the light softens, both houses begin to settle, not perfect, but lived-in in the best way. Like everything has been gently put back into place, piece by piece, by hands that didn't rush the process. Just let the day unfold, and carried it through.