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JULY OF 13TH, FIBS PLAITED IN HEARTH & HARVEST.
( . . ＊‘årstidene snakker, omfavner vårt hjem? Blunt!)

Sallow celestial panoramas bloaring upon timber bassinets weary hands: mere soil once was kissed by elusive perish rain, pronto bruited of life anew nether bare hoof. Woebegone dismal no more, past sowed rue hereafter panaches in cinder-poted repose.

Thus, the inception kneads aught requiem for what hover for hearts bind elysium Rivulets of Memoir. Hitched in moments piroutte from mirth and prairie sward carol, under no circumstances of aim withal forever greed. Through thistle portage of sail, dead even unsought albeit found and launch by those who bear the culm burns: @RebelResonance, @Edenearth, @YJFluence, @Legacyofdustborne, @THIRENSOLES & @Beomquesters. Torn witching hours merely cede surrender to cheers nor slaked. Intercede as wind plaiting by dint of rye, lamentd of old loiter too deep nether the ribs.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ BASINGㅤ  /ㅤ  NIGH.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ Parrots  balsa and  grunt,
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ thereby lantern cauterize
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ inferior, Sörguine Familie.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHE HAWKINS (&.) that's
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhow it ㅤshould be.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( S. 13, 2025)ㅤ| ㅤMany Tears
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ㅤ⎈ : “As the young red-haired girl” seemed to hover in the middle of her step brother's grave, no one knew for sure as her friends surrounded her as if making a deal with God, with Kate Bush's music box accompanying them. It may seem like a normal afternoon sky, but come November, trust me, it will be a reddish sky as Vecna runs amok and tries to fight with tough girl number eleven. No one knows what the end of the upside down world hunters will be like, the angels are praying for them and wishing them congratulations that will either be truly celebrated or not with @Edenearth when strange things run for their lives, and believe that this is their last day to run together or at least to breathe the same air.
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ⓘ FROM THE EXISTENCE OF THE DEMOGORGON ❜ to Hawkins National Laboratory, to Hawkins' school's end-of-year party, it's all so strange yet fun as we all dance to The Polite's song in the milieu.

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 @SheIsMathilde, @MystiCats, @Creevella, @TheAescendants, & @TeenBuds.

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

𝕯𝖗𝖔𝖕 @ ᴅᴀᴘᴀᴛ 𝐢𝐧𝐢 ֆǟʍǟ ƳOᙀ ꍏꑄ ႬმႵაჹႸჹ ѕση𝙜 ׅ꯱ɑׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ℘ɑׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ 𝐚𝐝𝐚 ѕtׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅᝯׁ֒ƙׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ꭈׁׅ ᙏOᙁƳᙓƮ

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