Forwarded from Sunrise on the Reaping: The Runeshard Household 🏹
The stadium buzzed around us, but somehow it felt like our own small world — Runeshard’s Liz, Meirhart’s Juhoon, and Sarchner’s Eunseok, tucked into the stands with the cool night air and the sound of baseball drifting by. We came to watch baseball, but it became more than that: shared snacks, dumb jokes whispered between innings, pointing out players for no reason, and taking photos that capture only half of how fun the moment actually felt.
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still munching but in different font. happy children’s day, cherns! 🩷
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me getting prepared for passport picture and me after getting my pasport! 🩷
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MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @Berthouven, @GallantVanKovac, @FamilieSchumann, @Courthlace, @Samniont. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.
MORNING FOG CURLING OVER THE HILLS, THE CLANG OF A CABLE CAR ECHOING DOWN THE STREET — SAN FRANCISCO, 1999. 🌁🚋
As the city stirs, we’re reminded of the dear ones who fill our home with warmth and mischief in equal measure: @Berthouven, @GallantVanKovac, @FamilieSchumann, @Courthlace, @Samniont. The kitchen is alive with coffee brewing and toast popping, while someone hums along to a tune only half-remembered from the radio. Laughter drifts from the living room where the couch has already been claimed, and the scent of garden blossoms—picked in haste but arranged with love—brightens the air. Outside, the Golden Gate stands steady in the morning light, a quiet reminder that some things, like family and old friendships, never change. May our days remain as full as this house, and our stories as endless as the streets of this city we call home.
Fondly,
@Sarchner.