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ㅤㅤㅤA PLACE WHERE LOVE IS EVERYWHERE

Golden hour light that stretches across the wooden floors, the smell of fresh coffee that finds its way under your bedroom door before you’ve even opened your eyes, and the collective exhale we all take when the world outside gets too loud. The songs we love often mourn the rooms that stayed empty and the lives that never aligned, this is a call for the exact opposite. What we offers?

I. The Shared Table: A place where dinner
it’s about the extra chair that is always
pulled out for 2000—2008 line, the stories
that are SIBLINGSHOOD until the
candles burn low.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

II. The Safety of Being Seen: A place where
you can be your most good self. The ease
of being see the TAKENLIST to the comfort
of knowing you’re home, @SamniontBot.
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Anything About The House We Will Share: We will share the specific, slightly annoying creak of the floorboard outside the bathroom. Arguing over whose turn to buy the good oat milk or deciding which candle smells the least.

Greetings, The Samniont! Your song reached me, and it sounds like exactly where I belong. I’m hoping to join your harmony with (Your Muse) born in (Year of Birth). I’m ready to step through the open door and trade the echoes for a home that is actually lived in and loved.

A corner of the sofa that will eventually mold to your shape until everyone is safely tucked inside. The light is on, the kettle is ready, and The House You Will Share is waiting for its missing piece...
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sore duisie!

Between shadows and warm light, I exist. how's ur Christmas, Duisie? I hope it goes smoothly, ya.

Photo's taken by: Duisterg's Pharita n Duisterg's Ning Ning.