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CHERRY SEASON IS COMING SOON 🍒
From the heart of our family farm, where red cherries have been blooming for generations, we celebrate the next month in our journey together. Like the roots in our trees, our bonds grow stronger with each passing season. To those with happy families or friends @FamilieSchumann, @ThePendleton, @Courthlace, @Berthouven, we warmly welcome the season that is about to arrive, always keeping our bonds strong and always being cherries that grow every day. Together, we care for more than just cherries: we care for a heritage that will flourish for future generations. Make today a happy day, filled with laughter, shared moments, and growth both in our cherries and in our hearts. May the day you celebrate this harvest be blessed, abundant in effort, and colored by the warm deep red of the harvest we love.
From the heart of our family farm, where red cherries have been blooming for generations, we celebrate the next month in our journey together. Like the roots in our trees, our bonds grow stronger with each passing season. To those with happy families or friends @FamilieSchumann, @ThePendleton, @Courthlace, @Berthouven, we warmly welcome the season that is about to arrive, always keeping our bonds strong and always being cherries that grow every day. Together, we care for more than just cherries: we care for a heritage that will flourish for future generations. Make today a happy day, filled with laughter, shared moments, and growth both in our cherries and in our hearts. May the day you celebrate this harvest be blessed, abundant in effort, and colored by the warm deep red of the harvest we love.
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Forwarded from RISE & REALIZE: RIIZE #SoheeOnWheels.
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to my little lights, on this world children’s day, may your laughter rise like warm morning sun and your dreams bloom with the courage of wildflowers, may every step you take be held by gentleness, every tear be met with understanding, and every hope you carry remain unbroken, because each of you is a story worth protecting, a promise worth believing in, and a universe of your own making. i hope the world is soft to your growing hearts, and that you always remember you are cherished far beyond what words can hold. once again, happy world children’s day to my beloved kiddos ❤️. may your days be soft, your dreams stay alive, and your hearts never lose their light. grow gently, laugh freely, and walk forward knowing that ibun is always by your side.
—with a heart that forever holds you close, your beloved mother.
—with a heart that forever holds you close, your beloved mother.
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happy world children’s day to the little souls we cherish, the bright sparks who fill our days with wonder, innocence, and laughter. and to the uncles who stand beside them. thank you for your gentle guidance, your steady presence, and the warmth you bring into their growing worlds. may their days always be wrapped in tenderness, and may the uncles who watch over them continue to be the quiet light that steadies their steps, comforts their hearts, and helps them bloom into all they are meant to be. 🤍
—with all the warmth i have, your eldest sister.
—with all the warmth i have, your eldest sister.
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Forwarded from Wyrmharrow; The Aureate Affliction of the Lunar Scion.
Today felt like opening a treasure box of old memories. Wyrmharrow’s Martin and Wyrmharrow’s Juhoon gathered everyone’s childhood photos, and suddenly the room filled with warmth. There’s Sarchner’s Youngseo with flowers painted on her cheeks, Cherrilane’s Ian looking adorable as he holds a dog with that tiny shy smile, followed by Grachter’s Juhoon lost in a soft daydream, and Halton’s Nahyun posing coolly with a skateboard like a mini icon. Then there’s Calsearth’s Yuha rocking a rabbit filter, Cherrilane’s Stella looking boldly confident, Loughrey’s Ian doing the iconic “hidup seperti larry” pose, Lorth’s Keonho happily eating cake, and Clyborne’s Juun sitting with such quiet grace it feels like a memory frozen in gold.
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Forwarded from Wraith of Warmth: Mertzlan Família's Still Alive.
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WRAITH OF WARMTH
Still Alive. Still Mine.
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We didn't arrive to retrieve or ravage, but to inspect what fortune means to those who still stand in the Borderland. Because here, fortune is just another name for survival. With decency and intent, we present OUR FIRST-EVER-EVENT. An area created not from achievement, but from retention.
TIME KEEPS TO CRUISE—BUT FIXATION NEVER PALE. BETWEEN EXISTENCE AND FORFEITURE, WE ARE STILL HOMINID: In an sphere that keeps finale, we choose to keep fixation. Through words left behind, and warmth shared.
┼── Wraith of Warmth is a halt amid the havoc. An area where messages become matins, and simple words become code that we are still existent. For those who are forfeiture, for those who reside, and for those we haven't had the moment to curtsy. Tonight, we send our fixation in the most homonid way possible: through words. Because in Borderland, even spirits have the right to feel warm. 🎴
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WRAITH OF WARMTH
Still Alive. Still Mine.
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We didn't arrive to retrieve or ravage, but to inspect what fortune means to those who still stand in the Borderland. Because here, fortune is just another name for survival. With decency and intent, we present OUR FIRST-EVER-EVENT. An area created not from achievement, but from retention.
TIME KEEPS TO CRUISE—BUT FIXATION NEVER PALE. BETWEEN EXISTENCE AND FORFEITURE, WE ARE STILL HOMINID: In an sphere that keeps finale, we choose to keep fixation. Through words left behind, and warmth shared.
┼── Wraith of Warmth is a halt amid the havoc. An area where messages become matins, and simple words become code that we are still existent. For those who are forfeiture, for those who reside, and for those we haven't had the moment to curtsy. Tonight, we send our fixation in the most homonid way possible: through words. Because in Borderland, even spirits have the right to feel warm. 🎴
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