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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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Day 8: Winking!

Give us a little wink! 😉 Share a selfie with your best wink. Let's spread some playful vibes today!

        

(25) THE CHRISTMAS TREE BEAMS
LUMINOUSLY IN AMIDST OF NIGHT.
GIFT-BEARING CARRIAGES DISEMBARKS
TO DELIVER LOVE. / INCARNATE: HYMN.

The celebration was marvelous, pious, immaculate symptomatic faith that has been preserved from year-to-year. Its form of devotee, oh not mere for others, but also oneself. The portcullis are unlocked, permit everyone to come and savoring every corner decorated with stars, ribbons and blossoms, characteristic of Christmas. The space was not sole for mingling, but uniting souls with same frequency.

(OPEN HOUSE.) @MlNDWAVE.
𑅀 CHERISHING      IN      CHRISTMAS.
MINDWAVE: SOOTH CHRONICLE.
“ELYSIUM OF EXALTATION.” 🎄

The sounds of ballad, serenade, from symphony of trumpets & violins emanate blessedly like end of the world leading to elysium. The opening, to merge with pristine merriment. This epistle, this invitation, was intented for sacred candescent, chock-full with divine covenants, return to aim where Christmas becomes a last harbour in end December.