Sörguine-Familien: The Light That Never Fades.
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Upon the frost-cracked steinvegger albeit vind sings through bjørk stands a hjem built. Merely not of tømmer alone, thus of styrke bånd-blod. No blekk can scribe what hendene have held!

(Safran in tradisjon?) Etset II, Grit.
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Saturday night never fails to lighten up anyone's mood. Here with, Sörguine's Liyu and Crowther's Junseo, on our way back home from our usual hangout spot, when all of a sudden, both our youngest siblings called us, asking to buy a stock of chocolate milk. They were pretty heavy, especially since we were on bikes, but anything for our siblings, right?

You know what the worst part is? Yeah, Junseo stopping halfway back to our house because he got tired. :) He just laid down.. on the ground.. out of nowhere..

Ly: Why.. are you.. laying on the ground..
Js: Leave me be. I'm so tired.
Ly: Dude I don't care. Get up. Everyone's literally staring.
Js: Leave me be!!
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Selamat sore dari kami, Sörguine’s Heeseung & Greesacht’s Taesan, duo Pragos merah menyala membakar semangat kemerdekaan Indonesia. Pragos semakin di depan! MERDEKAAA! ❤️🔥
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JULY OF 13TH, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . *‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)

Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.

Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @RebelResonance, @Edenearth, @YJFluence, @Legacyofdustborne, @THIRENSOLES & @Beomquesters. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ  /ㅤ  NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots  balsa and  grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
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gooww evenyiee sobyee!♡ me just went home with koko hee & cece stella who picked me up from playtime!♡
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JULY OF 14TH, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . *‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)

Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.

Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @TheAescendants & @thesaltreign. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ  /ㅤ  NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots  balsa and  grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
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JULY OF 15TH, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . *‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)

Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.

Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @CorwellWorld @TheWilkins @teezelt. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ  /ㅤ  NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots  balsa and  grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
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Selamat siang, Sorbess! 👍🔥 Hari ini ayah beli jam tangan baru terus photobox sendiri... Ada yang mau nemenin ayah foto..?
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