ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐆𝐎.𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊://:𝐓𝐎.𝐓𝐇𝐄.𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  0714—launch complete....

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.
ㅤ𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
ㅤ ㅤ𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐭.
ㅤ 𝟕𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡.

ㅤㅤ

Hear ye, hear woof, and hear hooray! With wagging tails and full hearts, from the sun-kissed folds of a magical hill that sings with breeze and blossoms, the bright-hearted Puppies of the Meadow do joyfully declare a most wondrous proclamation!


Oh, what a home! This is not just a home, this is a "look-at-this-we-built-it-with-our-own-paws" kind of home. Every doorstep is a place to sit with a friend and share a cookie or two. With puffed chests and sparkly eyes, proud puppy hearts look out and think, "This place is ours. This place feels like a hug."

And now… NOW! The time has come to open the picnic blanket even wider. To scoot over and pat the empty spots with paws full of welcome. A declaration must be made, loud and clear, like a joyful bark across the valley:

💭 HURLSTONE IS LOOKING FOR NEW FAMILY MEMBERS! 🔍

                (EARLY TO THE HILL SIBLINGS.)
                    (http://hurlstone.carrd.co/)

—Patchwork Heart Auntie and Uncle Figures born from 1990 to 1997.
—Belly Laugh Siblings born from 1998 to 2007.

This declaration is sealed with ten wagging tails, three nose boops, seven biscuit crumbs, and a glittery crayon heart. Signed by the Council of Paws, under the glowing light of the Breakfast Moon. All are invited. All who laugh without asking why. All who know that happiness is best when shared. No shoes required.

               The Puppies Have Made a Home.
            Now They Want to Make It Yours, Too.

            (https://t.me/+D6-S5TXRk-QyZWFl)
          COME STAY. COME PLAY. COME HOME. 🐾🩵
 

ㅤㅤ
⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻
⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇
Printed in: Bernese Oberland, Sunday, the 13th of July, 2025. 
Notice: The Season of Return is Upon Us
Current Chapter: Welcoming Those Who Long Gently

⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻
⸻⸻⸻⸻

A gentle bloom of winter lays across the Oberland, tender upon our windowpane. Beneath the hush of snowfall and gleaming rooftops, We send our warmth to those whose presence once graced our hearth—and to those whose names may yet be written into the folds of our family.

Passage is open to the following hearts:
✧ The Warmth of Mother’s Embrace. (1980–1990)
  ✧ The Gentle Northwinds, Uncles. (1993–1998)
  ✧ The Lightbearers, Childrens. (2000–2010)

If your heart has wandered long enough, and your name still lingers, we welcome your return through @EdurneBot with the format:

Salutations from the Heart of Winter. I, (name + muse + year of birth) and @username, with a frost-kissed soul and a willing heart, yearn to be a smither of Edurne’s warmth. May my return fall kindly among the snow.

Wo der Schnee deinen Namen trägt, Edurne Familie.
ㅤㅤ