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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selamaat siang, sorbees 🩷 catching myself in the mirror, holding this perfect pizza slice like it’s my soulmate! 🍕<3
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Another shoots during spares ; with digicam and also polaroids with Intak in frame. I love this concept soo bad because I can't live without my digicam. I look good there, isn't it?

Siapa mau difotoin juga? It would be great if I have different folder full of Sorbees' amazing snapshots. 📸
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Look at what Nenya’s made today~ A whole army of the cutest mini Hello Kitty cakes! I'm planning to share the sweetness, who wants to volunteer as taste tester? 😋🐱🧁
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Hello, Sorbees! I miss you. ;3 I had fun at the park today with my friends. But Ce Ning told me that I looked like tukang jualan gelang. Please prove her wrong and say I don’t look like one. 😡
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AUGUST OF 29TH, 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. 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: @Shineninng, @TheVansents & @LUNEVAIN. 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.

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots balsa and grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
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