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I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY PRAMOEDYA JAGAT.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY ROMAN BELTHAZAR.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY HAVESTER CALIX.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY ISAIAH KAALE.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY RUZGAR AL-LAYTH.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY AIMARS SIGI.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY HANAN JANSJE.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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