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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SEPTEMBER 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 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: @shineninng, @TheVansents, @SweetieWhisk, @CasaSolmare & @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.

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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picture perfect you don’t need no filter :p
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Do i look good, Sorbees?
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OCTOBER OF 3RD, 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: @TheStahlbaum, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @Clardforge & @TheRuneshard. 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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Hello dear Sorbees.

First of all, I want to sincerely apologize regarding the discomfort caused by one of my posts here. I realize now that sharing such content on a public channel was not appropriate, even if it was just a fake chat and not intended to harm anyone. I understand that it may create a wrong impression for others and does not reflect the values we want to uphold together as a family.

I, Juyeon, take full responsibility for this mistake, and I truly regret any unease it may have brought. Thank you so much for reminding me with kindness and concern before—it means a lot to know that you care. I will take this as a valuable lesson and be more mindful and careful in the future about what I share publicly. Once again, I am truly sorry, and I deeply appreciate your understanding Sorbees.

With respect and sincerity,
Juyeon. 🙏🏻
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OCTOBER OF 4TH, 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: @TheEldraeth, @Grachter, @TheNorbury, @Tyunthera & @TheVentresca. 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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