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DIE HÜTER DES HERDES: Call of The Shepherds.
We are not an empire of spectacle nor a hierarchy of dominance. We are custodians of equilibrium, where one may be formidable without becoming frigid. We now unfurl our gates for those who long to stand within a family where fortitude coexists with gentleness, extend our call toward:

ㅤㅤ𖡄. Der Leitender Hirte (1985–1994)
ㅤㅤ𖡄. Der Wachsame Hüter (1995–1999)
ㅤㅤ𖡄. Die Treue Herde (2000–2010)

Examine first the registry of our present kin & let not duplication disturb the concord of our familie. Thereafter, dispatch your formal petition to @SchaferHausBot as your conscience should stir:

Guten Tag! I am (Name & Username), bearing (Muse) as my visage who is born in (Year), aspire to enter as (Role). I stand willing to shepherd and be shepherded to coalesce within your friedliches zuhause, Schäfer Familie.

Within our Haus, you are valued without spectacle: Am Tor unseres Hauses steht Schäfer und erwartet den, der heimkehren möchte. Bis bald!
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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ✶⋆.˚ #HitThatHeart ✶⋆.˚

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎   Spraycan sonnets in scarlet streaks,
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  megaphones frozen mid-shout.
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ A stitched teddy witness
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎an eye cracked‎ ‎with violet lightning. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‌‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Love here survives in outlines ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎    loud, ‎graphic, gloriously undone.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄.
ㅤㅤ 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐍
ㅤ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

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Hello, Mertiez! Today I, Mertzlan's Gawon, dragged Dewmourne's Seonghyeon, out in the late afternoon. He said he didn't want to go, but he still dressed up anyway. I made him stand by the concrete wall for photos, he pretended to be annoyed but fixed his hair first.​ Then, he took my photos while I walked with my ice cream (I always pick vanilla 😬). When the ice cream melted and the sky turned soft orange, we walked home side by side, not talking much.
​"Next time, you're paying," I said.
"Fine. But still just ice cream," he replied.

rise and shine, mournies 🤓💛