Pocket of Diary: The Delaire. Autumn session with the uniqueness of serene poetry.
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ㅤㅤㅤ 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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‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ/ 🖊ㅤFull 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, @monstaesan, @TheMeirhart, @HusetTilSorguine, @DeOphec. transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.


ㅤ ( .. ) ─── 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. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.
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COLDEST SPHERE' ❄️ ׂ 。♡
౨ৎ ⠲ ( ‘Among the colony.’ )

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#23rdOfIcyHoon

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His little foot fins surfed down the
snowy biome, swept away the snow,
either nature made way for him for being
the ice prince who brings sprinkle of bliss.
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We spent the whole afternoon wandering with no real destination. It was just Delaire’s Dohoon taking slow steps through quiet corners of the city, and somewhere beside me, Rochéveil's Ningning pausing every few minutes to capture old stone walls and uneven rooftops with her camera. Her little habits made me smile without trying.

We eventually drifted toward a canal lined with bicycles, talking about random things that didn’t need meaning to feel comforting. We fed swans, walked through piles of dry leaves, and later settled at a wooden picnic table with warm drinks and snacks we barely touched. And as I listened to her laugh at something small, I realized how easy it is to breathe around her, no rush, no noise, just the gentle warmth of sitting there with her.
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Delaire’s Wonhee and Sveic’s Woonhak grabbed dinner at a casual restaurant after a long day, choosing a table near the middle so they could see the bustle around them. The place was lively but not too loud, just enough to keep things comfortable while they settled in.

Their food came quickly, simple dishes that were warm and familiar. Wonhee focused on trying everything one by one, while Woonhak ate at his own steady pace. They occasionally pointed out things on the menu or the people passing by, more out of habit than anything serious.

The dinner went by smoothly—nothing dramatic, nothing sentimental. Just two people eating, winding down, and taking a short break from the day. When they were done, they headed out feeling a little lighter, ready to continue whatever the evening still had in store.
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