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 @Evvan upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Seo Hyunjin.

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 @Admiiringly upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Seo Hyunjin.

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 @rHoonie upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Seo Hyunjin.

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 @bjnnuy upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Seo Hyunjin.

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 @voirjh upon this worn sheet of paper with ink freshly warmed by the hearth.

Your pen pal,
Seo Hyunjin.

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    | Two years since our names were first 
    | quilled  within  the  Museum's  pocket
    | diary—once   but  strangers  upon  the
    | same  wandering  path, now gathered
    | between  the  very  same  covers  and
    | bound    into    something    far    more
    | enduring than mere acquaintance.
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This isn't the final page, nor the greatest chapter, but a page left deliberately unfinished—awaiting @TheDelaire's Handriting to continue. And if, in years to come and someone find the book where they should discover the pages among its beloved passages

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                    PAGE 730 : A passage of the new chapter
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Somewhere betwixt the turning of one season and another lies a humble collection of sentences, quietly written upon the most ordinary of days, yet found worthy of remembrance. These pages stand as gentle testimony that we once walked beneath the same autumn sky

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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 @Wraitheight, @TheRuneshard, @TheStahlbaum, @HouseWellington, @Caintje, @Mondcroft, @meurnott. 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.