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OCTOBER OF 17TH, 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: @TheHansley, @TheAusteense, @MertzlanFamilia, @Delmeist, @Sethlore, @TheDoucheron, @TheVaughns, @Monarchyson, @TheWyrmharrow, @SylvanOth & @TheHalton. 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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Morning, Sorbees. Have you guys had a breakfast?