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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) 🌫️🏚️
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @TheHansley @sethlore @TheDoucheron @Delmeist @MertzlanFamilia @TheWyrmharrow @SylvanOth, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) 🌫️🏚️
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @TheHansley @sethlore @TheDoucheron @Delmeist @MertzlanFamilia @TheWyrmharrow @SylvanOth, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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Forwarded from Dusty Pockets: A Corwell Story.
A night walk wouldn’t hurt won’t it, Owels? After take off, Corwell’s Fourth decided to join in Lichtheim’s Thomas for a night-stroll. The lights were pretty, that it captured most of their serotonin. The cars were pulling by; but it didn’t matter as long as their walk wasn’t disturbed. “Doesn’t it look pretty, Thomas?” Fourth asked— ”It's absolutely beautiful. Do you want me to take a picture? Give me your phone.” Thomas immediately held out his hand, signaling that Fourth would give him his phone. Thomas moved away slightly to get a good shot. Occasionally, the photo was blurry and blurry again. Maybe this was the latest model? It seemed so—but Fourth didn’t mind.
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Let's hype up our trip together to enjoy the day! It was a beautiful night with a cool breeze blowing and making us feel good while we were having fun. A relaxing night, with vehicles honking and driving so congested that we decided to park and continue our night walk. It would be fun for us to be together.
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) 🌫️🏚️
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @Schouvert @TheEdurne @RuhmerAh @HouseOfLuthien @Ellvius, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
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(BRIM AND EDGES, 01-18.) 🌫️🏚️
Come-hither edges, endlessly burying amongst the muddle and misfortunes that ensued, until a usual moratorium was disheveled. That hail was planned on a ceiling awakens our misery, pooled in merciless scars, and although the smallest hankering to bear out shall not be tranquil. The phantasmic are eerie, the path goes relentless, and bewilderment forms a paranoia. Yet these immaturity edges we might present to @Schouvert @TheEdurne @RuhmerAh @HouseOfLuthien @Ellvius, howbeit illuminations have ever dimmed amongst room until the sound cannot draw nearer over the tongue and all musculature but some bond may oftentimes scatter above aches consummate, bestowed omen for asylum and till doomsday cheese-paring each other. Perhaps solely pathfinders were to succumb towards gruesome situations, at last amenable in year covetous.
EERIE MISDIRECTED,
@TheLichtheim.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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