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ㅤㅤ ╱... latent summons unriddles, enticing essences through epochs who aspire to be involved in sonorous of hearthside snugness. tacit conjuration resounds through the environs we dwell—summoning clasp the ethos of congenial coexistence, establish unions that beyond prosaic, and etch our idiosyncratic chronicles of warmth and kinship.

for those congruence with the familial bonds and the bewitchment intricately embroidered into the quotidien fabric, with ardency and fervency, we proffer this invocation and rally portrayers born between 1992—1995 for AUNTS and UNCLES, and those born between 1996—2010 for SONS and DAUGHTERS, to unite with us and manage a conserve sandwich jointly! we raise a toast, "come join us!"—make sure your muse isn't on the taken list (https://t.me/pendledossier/322). succinct exclamation to commence this communal sojourn where the quintessence of family resides not solely in abode, yet within the conjoint saga of life's escapades awaiting revelation.

ㅤㅤ ⓘ ... inclusion questionnaire: "salute, pendleton! hailing the kick-off of the foremost member initiation, i, @USERNAME the chiaroscurist of MUSE NAME, am primed to inaugurate the examination to be part of pendleton and concoct marmalde-filled sandwich delicacies!" presented to; @thependlebot.

ㅤㅤㅤregards, @thependleton.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
       𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘
ㅤㅤ 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪.  

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ✼ 𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.

Not empty, not cold—ㅤㅤbut full of stories untold,
of names we hope toㅤㅤcall, of homes we have
yet to find. In the rustleㅤof leaves ('&) the fading
warmth of the sun,ㅤㅤㅤ I find myself longing —
not for a place, but forㅤ people. For voices that
greet with care. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ For hands that stay.

         For a family that feels
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlike shelter.  This letter is
ㅤㅤㅤ for you,  who  might        
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ be   willing ㅤto  stayㅤ  who         
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤknows      howㅤ to ㅤ listen.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Who has space in their heart to become
ㅤㅤㅤㅤsomething to someone. We are in search
ㅤㅤㅤ of a family — not perfect, but present. One
ㅤㅤㅤ that grows together, laughs softly, forgives
ㅤㅤㅤㅤoften. A place where roles are more than
ㅤㅤㅤㅤnames, through days both easy and hard.

If you are between the years: Parental Figure (1981—1995), Aunty & Uncle (1996—1999), Oldest Child (2000—2002), Middle (2003—2005), Youngest (2006—2010). Then perhaps we are meant to meet here, in this season of stillness and hope.

Greetings! I come as (Name, Muse, Line, @Username) willing to fill the position as “Parents/Aunty/Uncle/Oldest/Middle/Youngest” ready to take part in a family where presence matters more than perfection. Let this be the start of something meaningful. Thank you!

Please visit @DelaireBot to see the TAKEN LIST. We only welcome those who truly seek connection— not those who come with false names, split hearts, or uncertain intentions.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ May
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ🍁 autumn
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ guide us home.

Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
        —THE DELAIRE ’s.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝟗𝟖.𝟐 ‘𝐬 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇. ✷
𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥
(..) 𝐔𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

The disparate factions long separated by vast chasms of difference were now bound together with the distinctions that had once carved deep rifts between them began to dissipate, replaced by a recognition of the significance of solidarity &. mutual respect. ♜ This day was a special day for : @TheFaite @LadyLures @SerenityOfEnami @TheRedfern 🏜️ It was a journey fraught with sacrifice, relinquished pride set aside personal agendas and with each step the solidarity grew stronger.

Was born from something
deeper than necessity; from the
commitment to build a better
with dignity &. support.

The solidarity must endure through times of strife and flourish in every aspect of life, expanding and deepening in ways. ✪

(build a world of lasting harmony.. 🎻)
@TheRuneshard
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Pagi sayang

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(HFW)  Thursday night and our holy candle is lit, dinner time is here. Oh, We plea for our family seats to be filled. In our dine, with your portion of pity and something holy, mayhaps knife to perish. We sought for hands to tied and bound in same pieces, to heal the ill-fated we born within. Thereby, would you plea to trace your corpse to linger in our newest tale later? If you insist, crawl and begin from the first phase we could carry,

Hail 'O Hjert! Feather caught in my palm. I, (your name, @ username) under the wings carried by your muse (year), must think it's fate to be one of your family. Lock my call if you let me.

Place your holy name under our dining table, @HjertsBot. Cautious for the taken seat? And by then, we will wait. We will.


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