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*  ׁ 𓈒 THE GLASS OF 🍸
━━━━━━ THE THIRST
HAS BEEN BROKE, DROPPING OFF SWEET
DRIPS   (‘ꗃ,) OF SUMMER TIDE.
. . . IN THE HEAT ━━ 𖤝 ━━

𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹 : 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟑

🜨  ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋

Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
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There was no grand intention behind it, just the quiet pull of an afternoon unfolding gently; the kind of day that hums rather than shouts, where time moves like water and soft things are allowed to linger. We didn’t seek meaning. We simply wandered, letting stillness settle around us like an old, familiar song. Somewhere between the winding paths and half laughed stories, it became simply us; Eldraeth’s Anna, Schouvert’s Jeemin, Eldraeth’s Leesol, and Calsearth’s Pharita not as names, but as people sharing something small and quiet and whole. Nothing spectacular happened. The world kept turning. But within that hush, we felt it: the sacred weight of the ordinary, held briefly in our hands and carried with us, unspoken but deeply known.
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