ㅤㅤㅤㅤJour de l'amour, 14 Février 2025
ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ  [ Joyeuse Saint-Valentin! ]

It is not always the ardor of romance that endures, but the quieter, more consecrated love that dwells within. An intimacy tempered by years, gilded by patience, and held together by the innumberable acts of care too modest to be named. Like a masterwork preserved beneath museum light, family love is layered beneath laughter, beneath sacrifice, beneath forgiveness. And with each season adding its own delicate brushstroke to the canvas of belonging.

To @Courthlace, may this day bloom with the kind of love that does not fade, yet the kind that outlives seasons. The kind that stays even when words fall short.

Joyeuse Saint-Valentin! From one kindred of hearts to another.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKin of Greesacht。    ( .. 🖋  )

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Cumbers of philanthropy’s puissant were ambrosial anchors to their epitome, serape beholden escutcheons around our antecedents and chastise them to hinder me unscathed. ‘Tis universe flaunts a myriad of physiognomy like tijden-oomph clenched sundry fascinates how to demesne: @COURTHLACE. Betide transcends achievement of paroles while the thrums treasured in pneumas are holding avifauna, feathered oath pulserend against the ribcages of reticence and migratory optimism that never sophisticated.

Euwige,
Keonho. ꒻
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ू𑣩𑣨 .. Picture-Perfect Love, Captured in Quiet Valentine Reverie.

A Valentine vignette captured in fleeting frames, where glances become heirlooms and laughter crystallizes into keepsakes. These slender moments, pressed into silvered memory, murmur of ardor without clamor.

ᡣ𐭩 Love blooms: Moment of us.
@Courthlace unfurls. 𖥔 ݁ ˖

In each strip, affection lingers like a benediction, small yet inexhaustible, proving that love often resides in what is briefly seen and forever felt. With much love, Taesan. 💌

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    {𖤝}.. Within the quiet chemstrails of the country love, a beryl hymn unfolds, minstrelsy perched between mémoire and breath. Its scent does not compel, only recognizes—a silken acknowledgment of home already yours. In brittled pauses and hushed echoes, affection settles into constancy. For you, @Courthlace “....𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦—𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢, 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

    ..Yours sincerely, Courthlace’s Wony.
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Love is first learned in the gentlest ways; through care, through constancy, through a sense of belonging that never wavers, like a warmth that lives beneath every season. It is steady and enduring, always deeply felt. To the heart I call home, (@Courthlace), I made this keychain to cradle my gratitude— a small keepsake of devotion formed tenderly with a hint of amour.

With all my heart,
Wony.

Love is first learned in the gentlest ways; through care, through constancy, through a sense of belonging that never wavers, like a warmth that lives beneath every season. It is steady and enduring, always deeply felt. To the heart I call home, (@Courthlace), I made this keychain to cradle my gratitude— a small keepsake of devotion formed tenderly with a hint of amour.

With all my heart,
Juhoon.

Happy Valentine’s day Courthlace and Wortelz! 💙🩷🧡