The Tale of Mondcroft: Where Every Bunny Belongs.
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γ…€ .. Peter Rabbit β€’ 1902 πŸ‡
Tucked between soft earth and whispered laughter, this little burrow hums with quiet bravery and playful mischief.

Memories curl up in @PebbitSnips, while @Pebbitbot and @Pebbitsbot keep the burrow breathing softly. πŸ₯•πŸΎ
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do i look pretty, carrows? πŸ˜†βœŒοΈπŸ»
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Liburan tanpa family cek (udah gede) 😜
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Hi carrows! In the silence of midnight under the beautiful moon, everything feels calm. I just took a simple selfie before the night slowly faded into a dream~ 🫣
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WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING! πŸ‡
1902 / IT'S CARROT CONFETTI HONOUR OF YOUR JOYOUS OCCASION.


The bunny scotch has bent down ears perked, waistcoat slightly crooked and yes, i see you! Happy celebration to you! Much like Peter Rabbit slipping past the hedgerows (with Flopsy and Mopsy trying ever so properly to follow), we have gathered our brightest thoughts and tucked them carefully into this celebration do mind the crumbs, and oh dear, let us hope no gardener is watching.

Bringing a cup of tea, chipping down the sweets, sugar dust upon our paws, we shall quite forget the tick of the clock whenever you are here, for joy thumps louder than time itself. Hereby, to you, the ones sharing this teacup moment with us: @TheRuneshard, @Clardforge, @TheStahlbaum and @HuisVanHeide. May your days be lively as a meadow dash and your heart always safe within our little burrow.

With paws full of affection,
Tale of
@Mondcroft
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Forwarded from SJARN: The Winterwatch
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γ…€   πŸ§³πŸ›©γ…€... γ…€β€œPresent Your Soul!”

Signs are not crests strength ascends. Chicago’s winter haven evokes through paradoxical libery, seasonal moratorium vouchsafed as respite for our soul. We subsist upon invocation that sculpted in frost. The skyscraper snatch toward snow-gray heavens, around these further emblems, postboxes yawn with unsent letters. Moreover, the scarves and mittens hanging ready. Streets stretch out white with frost, while taken list glows within.

INTERVAL CANTICLE β€œDevotee Aloneness!” Enticement: Telephones tolling through frost-smitten corridors, and so we summon 2000-2010s family members wanted. If your soul aligns with us, proclaim it through @TheSjarnBot:

       Declared amidst evermost avenue
       beneath icicles, mufflers, and this
       pleasant radiance solitary screens.γ…€
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