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ㅤ   🧳🛩ㅤ... ㅤ“Present Your Soul!”

Signs are not crests strength ascends. Chicago’s winter haven evokes through paradoxical libery, seasonal moratorium vouchsafed as respite for our soul. We subsist upon invocation that sculpted in frost. The skyscraper snatch toward snow-gray heavens, around these further emblems, postboxes yawn with unsent letters. Moreover, the scarves and mittens hanging ready. Streets stretch out white with frost, while taken list glows within.

INTERVAL CANTICLE “Devotee Aloneness!” Enticement: Telephones tolling through frost-smitten corridors, and so we summon 2000-2010s family members wanted. If your soul aligns with us, proclaim it through @TheSjarnBot:

       Declared amidst evermost avenue
       beneath icicles, mufflers, and this
       pleasant radiance solitary screens.ㅤ
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