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VALENTINE ARISES OF BAKERY (166) SOLEMN, ROSIER GATEAU.

The chocolate of lineage and letters of sweet things with near-mythic artistry converge into a singular tapestry of exalted sentiment. The spheres thickens with a warmth in grace of sanctuary season’s into a honours affection with something specials.

OPEN GATE. ♥︎’
FOR EVERYONE IN SOLEMNITY:

Soulful sweetheart. I’m (name of your muse, liner) ready-to feel the same reigns in love throughout something sweet &.’ warmth, I will be the hymns for @RosierGateau and forever will be remembered as (your name, @.)

The essence of emerges within reminiscent of hills, the morsel approached the delicate-sweetness in a grandeur alchemy ;

✶ Royal Dark Chocolate (1995-1999)
✶ Noir Chocolate (2000-2005)
✶ Blanc Chocolate (2006-2012)

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ARDOURS IN CENTURIES. \ 📮 (2010) An emissary of a deeper interior world: Speech For Taken List. A phrases that inhales with the lines.

Pralines on roses-splendour:
submit the forms into @TheRosiersBot depth.

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　✵⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀#EunhaOverTheMoon.
✦ ⠀⠀ A tale of Eunha’s 29th
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Moonbound Odyssey. ☽
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There comes many sayings of delights trotting the Moon above. Be it lunar goddesses or little angels, or rabbits huddling over mortars thereof; thus on the centre stage stood beloved Eunha-the-bun, whose twinkling eyes bode the faraway crescent moon. Take a guess, would her moonbound odyssey bear fruits this year? ⋆˙⟡
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⁣⁣ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬
𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐱𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐧𝐞𝐰
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑

─ ｡♡˚ 𝟑𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐲 ⋆🏠︎˖°༘ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

𝖨𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖴𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖽
𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒 𝖤𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾 𝖳𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗍
𝖤𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖠𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾
𝖢𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗎𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖦𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖸𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌
𝖴𝗉𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖨𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖲𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗋.

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　　　　　#CLOVERLonelyGirl:
　　　　𝙱𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷
　　　　　　　𝙽𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙶𝙸𝙰
　　　　　　　 .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎🕯 ݁˖

　The idea of inner peace crossed
　𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨,
　some air soothing the atmosphere,
　never as 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜.

　Fading lights, and a whisper softly
　comes to my ears asking
　　　 “𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥?”