Pocket of Diary: The Delaire. Autumn session with the uniqueness of serene poetry.
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γ…€γ…€γ…€ The journey begins with extraordinary riches of deep majesty, sparkling jewels! : @DelaireFile. Come and give us warmth while it grows, @DelaireRobot & @DelaireBot for sfs and hfw. 𔐼
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Yoo delav, peacee ✌️🏻✌️🏻✌️🏻πŸ”₯
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lha gua mah keren 🫣🫣
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β€£γ…€ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅀ/ πŸ–Šγ…€Full of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive @therushforth, @mysticseo, @monstaesan, @KaishuSoke, @Clarkinside, @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine. transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.

γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€.. sparkling night. pocket, γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€Ancient O'clock.
γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€β“˜ 15.50 β—Ÿhappiness.


γ…€ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€
γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€sincerely, @TheDelaire.
γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€VOL. 1 : Where Our Feet Wander
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So there we were, the Delaire middle gang, doing our usual ritualβ€”an evening stroll under the chill night air. We didn’t have any specific plans, just walking aimlessly, cracking jokes, teasing each other like siblings do, and quietly sharing the things weighing on our minds but suddenly, an unexpected sight appeared...
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γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€VOL. 2 : Ghosts Of Aisles &.
γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€γ…€Armies Of Crinkle Bag.  β™₯️


Koko Leehan, fresh out of the supermarket with his little "kwek-kwek" crew. They marched like a tiny army, each holding plastic bags stuffed with snacks. Their steps had that sense of purpose, like they’d just completed the most important mission of the week: restocking the snack stash. Their appearance shifted the entire mood. What was once calm and contemplative turned chaotic and alive. Some of us instantly moved closer, eyes locked on the plastic bags like predators on prey. Others just stood back, silently judging the betrayal of not being invited.
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