The ink in this dusty old typewriter may be dried away, nevertheless I wish once further to bestow a warm treasure upon your heart at the #GalleryOfPoetry. The aged structures in the midst of this autumnal woodland further stir my hands to engrave your name @MaisonOfNethers upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
lovely Jake.

The ink in this dusty old typewriter may be dried away, nevertheless I wish once further to bestow a warm treasure upon your heart at the #GalleryOfPoetry. The aged structures in the midst of this autumnal woodland further stir my hands to engrave your name @hkanghaerin, @Jeongxeean, @Carmnenita, @Myunrg, and @seraneom. upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
J.

The melody begins to play “Like a Star” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @Sunghbon constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Your twenty-five.

The melody begins to play “Love In My Heart” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @Flairmone constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Rora.

The melody begins to play “You’ll Always Find Your Way Back Home” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @LaSiegern constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Meyuy.

The melody begins to play “Message In A Bottle” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @PoshMagz constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
C.R.

The melody begins to play “Supa Dupa Luv” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @Dainstasy constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Mamei.

The melody begins to play “I Like It” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @Youngathe constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Meilula.

The melody begins to play “My Love Mine All Mine” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryOfMelodies, recalling somebody @spebcial constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Nduy.

The melody begins to play “Easily” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @CITYGlRLS, @pommelune & @earfquakez. constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Buttercup, Roergy.

That's all for the first session. Many thanks for making this opening session such a lively affair. Every letter sent will always receive a return letter, as a sign of our regard for one another. Stay tuned for our next session. 🤎

Our event is now officially open! Go on, send lots of entries to @ NextSession 4PM.
Don’t forget to check the T&Cs, Delaves! (https://t.me/TheDelaire/26820). If you’re unsure, you can take a look at our examples in the comments section for each set of rules. For those who aren’t taking part, this is for the people who are special to you >_<

The melody begins to play “DNA” amidst the stillness of the autumn leaves inside the cozy museum of reminiscence. We hear the #GalleryMelodies, recalling somebody @TheStahlbaum. constantly makes the heart yearn for a warm embrace. The melody echoes through the halls of the museum, reminding us of the tenderness shared by two birds perched on a branch of an orange-leaved fir tree.

In all sincerity,
Stahl's Crystelle.

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @ChroniclesOfBerg found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “happy august, my dearest family. may our home always be filled with warmth, love, and the comfort of having each other ♡.” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
wonyoung.

Amidst the warm autumn forest stands an old structure with the inscription #GalleryOfMemories carved into it, long since abandoned; a museum that lost its way. Upon revisiting it one day, @eitmfae found a scrap of paper bearing the saying, “my dearest eight, you are the kind of people i never want to lose. thank you for every laugh, every comfort, and every little moment that made this friendship so precious.” and a maple leaf drifting in the breeze, carrying the hopeful message that you might forever remember the warmth, regardless of whether autumn is no longer in full swing.

In trusted heart,
cerys.

The ink in this dusty old typewriter may be dried away, nevertheless I wish once further to bestow a warm treasure upon your heart at the #GalleryOfPoetry. The aged structures in the midst of this autumnal woodland further stir my hands to engrave your name @vickysoiree upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
bellamour.

The ink in this dusty old typewriter may be dried away, nevertheless I wish once further to bestow a warm treasure upon your heart at the #GalleryOfPoetry. The aged structures in the midst of this autumnal woodland further stir my hands to engrave your name @OdyFamily upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Papi Ody.