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ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
SUBTLE SHIMMER OF DECEMBER
“Euphoria stirring in the breast,
Christmas and New Year
Brings solace amid of voyage.”

Fervor of solar-day that perpetually advance brings an eventual month that arrives as a tranquil reprieve. The geniality, cherished, and delightful surmise gently surround essential and retiring lumine escort the frost’s amour. Ensuring moments etched in memory– presents accrue as a closing, carefully preparing what becomes treasured. Photographs serving to revive in harshest season, a beacon lustre for shared intimate. Resolute desire keeps pristine as an unmarked chapter unfurls in quiescence, allowing a novelty to be perfected within a musical refrain. New enchanted prophecy emerges by honouring this occasion concertedly. 🏠𓈒 ࣪ ˖
ᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤㅤᅠᅠㅤ
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Hello Velthis, don't you know? December arrives without asking what I’ve already lost. I let the days pass through me without stopping. Fun becomes something procedural, showing up, standing still, letting time touch me lightly and then move on. Fun trimmed of excess, fun looks like waiting. Waiting for holidays, for forgiveness, for the year to finally loosen its grip. I watch myself participate. The year tightens its grip and I don’t argue. There is relief in not reaching