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𝟗𝟖.𝟐 ‘𝐬 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇. ✷
𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥
(..) 𝐔𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

The disparate factions long separated by vast chasms of difference were now bound together with the distinctions that had once carved deep rifts between them began to dissipate, replaced by a recognition of the significance of solidarity &. mutual respect. ♜ This day was a special day for : @MontgoIfier, @TheDelaire, @Leutwin, @ChateauDeLenoir, @Aeternaals, @Hurlstone, @Kheraeld, @BABBYMONSTER, @the18reasons, @CasaDeDiaz, @VerseOfArtists, @Kwangerines, @TheMystea, @CasaLaDuvall, @TheHefflins, @nueilofscars, @cherrilane and @MansionOfGhislaine 🏜️ It was a journey fraught with sacrifice, relinquished pride set aside personal agendas and with each step the solidarity grew stronger.

Was born from something
deeper than necessity; from the
commitment to build a better
with dignity &. support.

The solidarity must endure through times of strife and flourish in every aspect of life, expanding and deepening in ways. ✪

(build a world of lasting harmony.. 🎻)
@TheRuneshard
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. /
As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.

Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheStahlbaum, @TheRuneshard, @Clardforge, @Altenhurst, @HeirsOfMoriarty, @HouseWellington for the commemorative fetes.

ㅤㅤㅤShall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.

Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheEldraeth, @Tyunthera, @TheNorbury, @TheVentresca, @Grachter for the commemorative fetes.

Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.

Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @Fimesse, @Sooreviel, @Thezachruelle, @TheFinches, @GrimOfFost and @CasaSeretti for the commemorative fetes.

Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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eldiess

boleh drop @ bot rumah kalian, ada yang mau mampir

drop lagi dong, eldies!

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Monthly Keepsake, of @Kheraeld. / As we stand buoyant, traces on the ground where our roots once planted occur.

Underneath the epithet of the vicinity, and the wish that lies on the table that we mail to @TheRushforth, @monstaesan, @HusetTilSorguine, @TheMeirhart, and @Clarkinside for the commemorative fetes.

Shall the downpours that have poured and the flake of the sun that have been reaped become the confetti of the significant day. The scent of musk, the lane where the crowds gather—blood by blood, soul by soul, and palms by palms. They unfold altogether, we mouth the prayers, and triumph is all over the chamber. May there be a lantern awaits until the ménage is overfilled with nought yet the sempiternal exultation.

Sincerely, Musing of Recollection.
@Kheraeld, the Root of Solace.
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