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DE BLANC FAMILIE
( where wildflowers remember )

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꒷꒦ꜜ De Blanc Familie arrives quietly. Like morning light on weathered wood, or the soft rustle of pages turned by the wind. They are not a proclamation, but a presence, unfolding where wildflowers grow and stories linger.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOn June 20th, 2025
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ જ at 7.00 PM

    ‘🌿❟  as evening settles and the clock nears seven, Avonlea Bend will open its arms. In a house that hums with old warmth and new beginnings, @DeBlancFamilie will be revealed, not to impress, but to belong.

𒀭 No stage, no spotlight. Just open doors, a jar of blooms on the table, and the hush of something meaningful beginning to bloom.

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DISCERNING SOPHISTICATION ᎒⃟ꕤꪆᰰ 
THIS LITTLE CORNER OF THE WORLD,
where words bloom like wildflowers and stories find their gentle home!

Ethereal and warm simplicity of a cottage core daydream, soft charm of space is meant for seraphim, the ones who find comfort as a predilection in tales and pervaded musings. Each post is written to be her gate to escape, the one which is worth ingenuous reverie. Words woven with hints of untold folklores, soft skies, and the endless wonder of delicate things. Moments are able to hold numerous spark of adornments, much like finding a kindred spirit in a sun-dappled garden: warm in utmost sincerity. These phrases drift between the rustle of cottage gardens and the wistful heart of a story yet to be told.

𐀶.. They’re stitched together with soft sighs and petit wonders. And she… she stands amongst her valuable prodigy to show what exactly her sweet  victory looks like. The gentle wind of subtle things weaves itself into every line—whispers of most-covered raiment, the earthy scent of fresh bread, and the feeling of finding a kindred spirit in a quiet corner of the nest. She indeed wants her bosom friends to portray her pulchritude decorum within softened iridescence to embellish it all placidly!

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THROUGH THE VEIL : DE BLANC FAMILIE 𒀭
ㅤㅤㅤ whisper from the house / XI
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  here a tender gathering of kindred  souls,
  where   teacups clink,   stories bloom  by
  hearthlight, and love lingers like lavender
  in the warm, gentle air of home.

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Under the quiet trees, life feels calm and full of care. Laughter drifts through the leaves, and the sunlight dances on old branches. Every moment feels like a page turned softly in a well-loved storybook, with :


  ❝ BLESSED ENCHANT PARENTS ❞
      The Cedar ; Raditya Blanc.
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He's stand quiet and strong, its scent like old stories and rain. Under its shade, the world feels slower. Like a gentle breath held in the heart of the woods.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Smell that?”
“Yeah, the cedar. It feels... safe. Like the woods are holding their breath.”


    ‘🪾🍃 𒄬  It’s the kind of place where time slows down, where people look out for each other, and every moment shared feels simple, warm, and real. Like something you’d want to keep forever.
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THROUGH THE VEIL : DE BLANC FAMILIE 𒀭
ㅤㅤㅤ whisper from the house / XI
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here a tender gathering of kindred souls,
where teacups clink, stories bloom by
hearthlight, and love lingers like lavender
in the warm, gentle air of home.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ...............ㅤㅤ
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Under the quiet trees, life feels calm and full of care. Laughter drifts through the leaves, and the sunlight dances on old branches. Every moment feels like a page turned softly in a well-loved storybook, with :


  ❝ BLESSED ENCHANT PARENTS ❞
      The Almond ; Rae Blanc.
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She's bloom soft and early, like a quiet promise in the cold. Its pale petals drift like dreams, and for a moment, the world feels gentle, new, and full of hope.

   “Look! the almond tree’s blooming.”
“It’s like spring whispered a secret.”


    ‘🪾🍃 𒄬  It’s the kind of place where time slows down, where people look out for each other, and every moment shared feels simple, warm, and real. Like something you’d want to keep forever.
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THROUGH THE VEIL : DE BLANC FAMILIE 𒀭
ㅤㅤㅤ whisper from the house / XI
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  here a tender gathering of kindred  souls,
  where   teacups clink,   stories bloom  by
  hearthlight, and love lingers like lavender
  in the warm, gentle air of home.

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Under the quiet trees, life feels calm and full of care. Laughter drifts through the leaves, and the sunlight dances on old branches. Every moment feels like a page turned softly in a well-loved storybook, with :


  ❝ SUAVE-VIRILE AUNTY & UNCLE ❞
      The Cinnamon ; Sastrayu Blanc.
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She's hold warmth in its bark, like sunshine tucked into wood. Its sweet scent drifts on the breeze, wrapping the air in comfort, like a quiet hug from the heart of the earth.

        “Is that the cinnamon tree?”
“Mm, smells like warmth and something kind.”


    ‘🪾🍃 𒄬  It’s the kind of place where time slows down, where people look out for each other, and every moment shared feels simple, warm, and real. Like something you’d want to keep forever.
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THROUGH THE VEIL : DE BLANC FAMILIE 𒀭
ㅤㅤㅤ whisper from the house / XI
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here a tender gathering of kindred souls,
where teacups clink, stories bloom by
hearthlight, and love lingers like lavender
in the warm, gentle air of home.

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Under the quiet trees, life feels calm and full of care. Laughter drifts through the leaves, and the sunlight dances on old branches. Every moment feels like a page turned softly in a well-loved storybook, with :


  ❝ SUAVE-VIRILE AUNTY & UNCLE ❞
      The Ash ; Arthur Blanc.
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He's stand tall with quiet grace, its branches reaching like open arms. Leaves whisper in the wind, telling stories of strength, change, and the calm that follows a storm.

       “The ash tree looks peaceful.”
“Yeah, like it's holding old quiet inside.”


    ‘🪾🍃 𒄬  It’s the kind of place where time slows down, where people look out for each other, and every moment shared feels simple, warm, and real. Like something you’d want to keep forever.
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THROUGH THE VEIL : DE BLANC FAMILIE 𒀭
ㅤㅤㅤ whisper from the house / XI
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here a tender gathering of kindred souls,
where teacups clink, stories bloom by
hearthlight, and love lingers like lavender
in the warm, gentle air of home.

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