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       (Daygather: Returns.) ❦
  IIㅡSeason’s Favour: Tabled in Quiet Bloom
   “..  Linen—Spun 16.” Reverie Accord.

The clock turns, like the slow pouring of sunlight over wooden floors. This day, carried in softened breath and cupboard warmth, we re-align with the season, marking not just our age, but the harvest of our being. Moments stitched from old laughter, early hours, and buttered quietude make up our shape. We are not sudden, we are brewed. The season remembers us in light, like a song hummed over dishes.

This page of the calendar bends gently in your favor. Let our breath settle into its place beneath summer rafters. We are here, once more, as we’ve always been—together, like a note in the familial key. In all ways that matter, cheers to our day, Swift's James.

  Calendula Recurred /.. (Cupboard, Flare.)
     Restitched Beneath Apricene Rafters. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

  ㅤ

       (Daygather: Returns.) ❦
  IIㅡSeason’s Favour: Tabled in Quiet Bloom
   “..  Linen—Spun 16.” Reverie Accord.

The clock turns, like the slow pouring of sunlight over wooden floors. This day, carried in softened breath and cupboard warmth, we re-align with the season, marking not just our age, but the harvest of our being. Moments stitched from old laughter, early hours, and buttered quietude make up our shape. We are not sudden, we are brewed. The season remembers us in light, like a song hummed over dishes.

This page of the calendar bends gently in your favor. Let our breath settle into its place beneath summer rafters. We are here, once more, as we’ve always been—together, like a note in the familial key. In all ways that matter, cheers to our day, Swift's Heeseung.

  Calendula Recurred /.. (Cupboard, Flare.)
     Restitched Beneath Apricene Rafters. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ