ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
       (THERE IS A KIND OF SILENCE
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ THAT ONLY AUTUMN KNOW.) 🍁‧₊˚

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

         𐚁‌ | .. For a family that feels──
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ like shelter.  This letter is for
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𐀶     you, who might     🍂🖋   
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ be willing ㅤto stayㅤ who         
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ knows      howㅤ to ㅤ listen.

Who has space in their heart to become something to someone. We are in search of a family — not perfect, but present. One that grows together, laughs softly, forgives often. A place where roles are more than names —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 (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. May autumn guide us home.

Warm regards,
POCKET OF DIARY
        —THE DELAIRE ’s.
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CELEBRATION HOMESTEAD TALES
BGL (+17) PAWS BEFORE KNOCKS
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The season met us with a serenade through mullioned panes, and the draught carried a tincture of honeysuckle and home. In such sunbeam moments, we discern the heralding of a benevolent hour: one that petitions not for celebration, yet whispers to behold the day as it unravels, stitch by stitch, into its auspicious sprawl.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤWe Bestowed: WAGS & WELCOME
ㅤ │ Where Daylight Walks Barefoot
ㅤ │ Among Rooms That Remember
ㅤ │ The First Bark, The Shared Afternoon

Familiar souls and curious guests convene under a roof of unspooled linen comfort. Moonbeams of lemon water in the vestibule, a sunburst claimed by someone with a tail. Neighborliness isn’t performed but lived, modest sincere, and the ineffable kindness that makes a house heedful.

𒀭... This fête of swiftly passing presence becomes a quiet procession of light and longing, moving slow through open rooms, lingering just long enough to be felt.


ㅤ ㅤㅤ     ㅤㅤ     ㅤBestow Upon a Honor
ㅤ     ㅤㅤ     ㅤㅤ     In their Household, Hansley.
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ㅤ.. | ⓘ ( おや、宴を開くのでしょうか? )
Behold the purity of tender bonds.

A gentle breeze played through the trees, as family gathered under a vast sky, hearts alight with joyful anticipation. Dressed in their finest, they embraced warmly, celebrating the mensiversary of @Loudrios, @TheEdurne, @RuhmerAhl, @Schouvert, @Ellvius & @TheFleurs.

May their happiness be as boundless as the fields, and the festivities filled with laughter as pure as a child’s smile. Together, let us revel in the simple joys of life, strengthening our bonds and cherishing the quiet wonders that surround us.

ㅤㅤWith woodland whispers,
ㅤㅤFleur Corner, @Edenearth! 🌲ᡣ𐭩

ㅤ.. | ⓘ ( おや、宴を開くのでしょうか? )
Behold the purity of tender bonds.

A gentle breeze played through the trees, as family gathered under a vast sky, hearts alight with joyful anticipation. Dressed in their finest, they embraced warmly, celebrating the mensiversary of @HauntMinds, @TheRosenvelt, @DenofDawsey, @TheRiftWalkers, @HouseofCassele & @HouseOfEyre

May their happiness be as boundless as the fields, and the festivities filled with laughter as pure as a child’s smile. Together, let us revel in the simple joys of life, strengthening our bonds and cherishing the quiet wonders that surround us.

ㅤㅤWith woodland whispers,
ㅤㅤFleur Corner, @Edenearth! 🌲ᡣ𐭩