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Yang ini skip aja blh

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Those now engaged in festivities can lay claim to this mounds of snow, which resulting from year’s-end blizzard, lie heaped in silence. ❄️

White shrouds woven by the sky’s last weeping, blanketing the earth in winter’s final breath. Shall we sing a melody of Jolly treasures, through breezing wind and crisping balls. This is the timeless holiday, when happiness flows with the droplets of frosty ice and wine whilst men and women get intoxicated in the blasting company of others. A noble occasion like today possesses the charm of a monthly festivity accompanied by stubborn snow on corners of the street and courtyard—here to moment where euphoria unfold itself into the blast of fall slowly shivers from heart to tongue. On behalf of @HomeOfSwift melody choir, we congratulate the mentioned neighborhoods on their felicitations, @TheVelthrone, @LaMavieVine, @Mistlesoir, @OdWendissel, @GeislerVoyager, @IILLUV, @TheSchmidts, @ReissHousehold, @ElRaptore, @TheMorvaine, @sarchner, @FlameOfIgnarev, turn this moment into the best-colored canvas there is. May this celebration be adorned with smiles broad as morning. Let it not be forgotten: such days are the poetry of life, while you are its beloved verses.

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                       SKJØNNHET-FAMILIE    
          (NORWAY'S VEILED COUNTRYSIDE)

Cradled in the serenity-steeped trygghetshus, where peace unfurled amid birch groves and leasowed stretches, and lingonberry cinders lay strewn beneath tempered light, attuned to the tacit harmonies held between hoary spruces. We linger, heralding the turning of unseen currents by unlatching the ancestral threshold, parting the way for kindred spirits to partake in the hearth-kindled motes that stir and endure within the soul’s cloistered sanctums.

❛❛ Den Elskede Parents Figure (1979–1994)
❛❛ Den Klokeste Uncle & Aunts (1990–1997)
❛❛ Den Modigste Oldest (1998–2002)
❛❛ Den Lykkeligste Middlest (2003–2006)
❛❛ Den Beskyttet Youngest (2007–2011)

Cascades entwined a thread of quietude, beckoning the brave-hearted to be taken into the village’s virent fold. I, (Name, Muse, & Line), surrendered to unveil that I embodied the limb long yearned for.

To reassemble, the sole ingress abides through the @SorguineBot.

Clustered within the taken-list haven, kin pined for the wanderer’s return. Beyond, fields whispered beneath itinerant airs, while timbered walls ensconced a soul-warming glow, an anchorage wrought by landbound constancy.ㅤㅤㅤ
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