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ㅤㅤ Between the fading horizon and lights ⌝
ㅤㅤ starting to turn /. “DO YOUR DANCE”
ㅤㅤ weaving together fragments of time
ㅤ into a journey
ㅤㅤ that's timeless with the seasons
ㅤㅤ ⌞ #RIIZEGoDance ㅤ ☆‌.  [ 15/06. ]

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Some are created from those
who choose to walk  ·. 🚉➕

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ㅤ                      The Hearthbound
ㅤ                    Letters of Oaklisse. 🍃

(01/:03.) Not every path is plain to see, some wait in mist and mystery, and only show themselves at last to those whose searching days have passed ˖ 𖥔 🌳 Your name was kept inside its song, for you were always meant to belong beyond the gate where stone remembers and the meadow blooms through all its embers, they tell the searching heart that it is you, my dear.

ㅤ       Die Stammmutter, The Matriarch: 1980-1995
ㅤ       Der Erstgeborene, The Auncles: 1996-1999
ㅤ       Der Wächter, The Oldest: 2000-2003
ㅤ       Der Mittlere, The Middle: 2004-2007
ㅤ       Das Nesthäkchen, The Youngest: 2008-2011
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Guten tag, Oaklisse! I am (your name, muse name + line & @username), born of (your muse line) shall receive these letters with a still heart, and take upon myself the role of (Matriarch/Auncles/Eldest/Oldest/Middle/Youngest), with quiet devotion and the intention to remain. Danke, Oaklisse!

( 🏡🪵 .. ) ✦  ——  When you are ready, fold your letter with care and release it into the dark and a small bird, which pale as moonlight, already knows your name and where to carry it. Send your word to @OakIisseBot, and let it find its way through the mist to us. But first, press your ear to the door and listen: Peek through the window and see whose faces already warm this house, before you set your pen to paper / 🌾

ㅤ                                   Signed from the
ㅤ                                  hillside, where the
ㅤ                                  lantern never dims,
ㅤ                                  @Oaklisse. 🌱. ✺◟
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⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ──◍────────── ♥˖ ݁ ˓ #ForTheLoveOfSTAYC SUBORDINATE TO COLUMN-SPOTLIGHTS QUADRANGLE.

Beneath The Torrid Sunbeam: A Frolic of Love Inaugurates In The Incandescence. Affaire Under Such Enchanting Sequels Bring Abundance To Each Semblances That Commenced On The Tennis-Court This Day.

Entangling Prosperity Atop The Latterly Lofted Sublimeness: STAYC Inholds Nimble To The Adamantine Of Courte-Paume In This Delicate Summer. Beholder The Match Atween These Dazzling Matrons, Leisure Is On Our Side!
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