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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! 💙🩷🧡