House Of Steinwalds: The Road That Leads to Home.
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โ€œThere is no place, like home.โ€ As I clicked my ruby slippers, i intended to speak and repeat until i found home. / ๐Ÿฐ๐ŸŒช๏ธ๐Ÿช„
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค(๐Ÿท๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿน๐Ÿฟ.)
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
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Time passed by a little too quickly today! I spent most of the afternoon with Nyxโ€™s Louis, and somehow a simple day out turned into hours of wandering around without much of a plan. We started near the harbor and ended up staying longer than expected. The view was beautiful, but I think we were both more interested in talking about random things than actually paying attention to what was in front of us.

The rest of the day was spent hopping from one place to another. A little bit of window shopping, a few unnecessary stops, and of course, snacks. It wasn't anything exciting, yet somehow it never felt boring. At some point, Nyxโ€™s Louis joked that Steinwaldsโ€™ Kya could spend twenty minutes looking at the same thing without making a decision. Unfortunately, I couldn't even argue with that :-)

By the time I got home, I was completely exhausted, but it was the good kind of tired. The kind that makes you smile when you think about the day again later.
โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ6โค5โšก4๐ŸŒญ4โ˜ƒ3๐Ÿ†’3๐Ÿฆ„3๐Ÿ†2๐Ÿ“2๐Ÿ‘€2๐ŸŽ„2
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     SIX ROOMS, FINDING: ONE HOME. โ˜…๐Ÿ 

                โ•ญโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ”ˆโ•ฎ
                                      
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Countless pages were spent for #BNDComeHome / capturing the transient moments and passing places. The answer quietly revealed itself, unfolds into a remarkable joy. โœฉ

ใ…ค"๐–จ ๐–ถ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹, ๐–ง๐—ˆ๐— ๐–ข๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ซ๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐–ณ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡ ๐–ด๐—‰๐—Œ๐—‚๐–ฝ๐–พ
ใ…ค๐–ฃ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡
๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–บ ๐–ฌ๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ๐—‡๐—, ๐–ก๐—Ž๐— ๐–ฌ๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—’
ใ…ค๐–ฑ๐–พ๐—†๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐–ซ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—€ ๐– ๐–ฟ๐—๐–พ๐—‹? ๐–จ ๐–ถ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–พ๐—‹, ๐– ๐—…๐—๐–บ๐—’๐—Œ."

Perhaps, HOME isn't waiting at the end of the journey and memory gathered along the way, and every story yet to be written.
     
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Tinnies--chang, nani ga suki?
๐Ÿ’˜5๐Ÿ†4โค3๐Ÿ“3โคโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ2๐Ÿ‘ป2๐Ÿ™ˆ2๐ŸŽ„2โšก1๐Ÿ‘€1
sometimes in the middle of the night i can feel you again ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’”
โค6๐Ÿ‘ป4๐Ÿ”ฅ3๐Ÿ˜ˆ3๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ’ป3๐ŸŒญ2๐Ÿฆ„2๐Ÿ†1๐Ÿ“1๐ŸŽ„1
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ใ…คใ…ค
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค๐— ๐—ข๐—จ๐—ก๐—ง๐—”๐—œ๐—ก ๐—›๐—”๐—ฉ๐—˜๐—ก.
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค๐–ค (๐—”๐—–๐—–๐—˜๐—ฆ๐—ฆ ๐—ž๐—˜๐—ฌ: ๐—™๐—Ÿ๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—”๐—Ÿ)

Hey there, traveler. Can you hear it too? The quiet song of melting snow, the gentle hum of wildflowers waking up? Thatโ€™s the call of spring in these mountains. If it stirs something inside you, maybe itโ€™s time to come closer into our little haven. Here, the paths are open to:

ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คโ”‚ PARENTS (1970โ€”1994)
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คโ”‚ AUNCLE (1995-1999)
ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คโ”‚ SIBLINGS (2000โ€”2010)

Out here, we whisper the names of the ones who wander the hills with us, a quiet list youโ€™ll soon be a part of. If youโ€™re ready to step into the meadow, hereโ€™s the way you introduce yourself:

Gentle greetings, Altefiore! I, (Name + Username), feel called to walk these spring paths with you. The role I carry is (Parents/Auncle/Children) and I come as (Muse + Line). Iโ€™m ready for any questions you have and to prove I belong here.

Speak it honestly, with a steady heart. Those who gather the most kindred spirits might even be chosen to stand as our next guide. Donโ€™t wait too long. The snowโ€™s melting and the flowers are already opening. Reach us through @AltefioreBot.
ใ…คใ…ค
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Tebak siapa yg gak baca grube ๐Ÿ˜นโœŒ๏ธ
๐Ÿ“3๐ŸŽ„3โšก2๐Ÿ†2๐Ÿ™ˆ2