Tales of The Winter Seasons: The Edurne Familie.
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ㅤ 𝜗𝜚ㅤAmidst the icy realm where snowflakes dance, lies a haven where familial ties enhance—a sanctuary of warmth. In this wintry abode, souls glee, as snowfall echoes the beauty of our realm. @EdurneMails@EdurneBot@EdurneSFSBot.
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☃️: propitious day has dawned upon us, and we are all the more jubilant for it. we trust everyone finds delight in commemorating their anniversaries.

now, incandescent moonlit reappear between dusk midnight that beckons them, it's time to extend our heartfelt felicitations to @GrimOfFost @TheZachruelle @TheFinches @DynastLands @Fimesse @hearthofwheils @CasaSeretti @Sooreviel and @TheHutchinsons. this moment, 5th; marks the zenith of the jubilance your camaraderie brings. we are appreciative of your unwavering bond and aspire to see it endure further.

ㅤㅤ|cultivate trust in those seated beside
ㅤㅤ|you, for genuine friendships stand
ㅤㅤ|test of time! ⊹

and as the final verse is inscribed upon the parchment of poetry, it expresses sublime and euphoric wishes for you all. we, with hearts brimming with gladness, will partake in the revelry, sharing in the mirth and spreading cheer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗𝜚 heartfelt ink, @TheEdurne.
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‎ ‎ㅤㅤ ( 𝄞 𝅦  ๋)
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𝙱𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰 / Steps delicately spinning ‎rhythm to classical piano beat creating an aura of magical dream, milden melodies drifted out.

#Jiwoo20thRevelry

Enchanting rosé nutcracker of swan-lake. Pretty blush curtains parted slowly decorated with roses jewels. Amidst this dreamlike scenery of twentieth pirouette, seemingly part of story written by the strain-waltz. ‌⊹˚₊

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Forwarded from For Evan. #DeathOfMe
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﹫prologue ⊹ silence of the first gasp into
the new one, its held breath. it's way to
codly bitter for september the seventh,
unusually glooming and lifeless.

should I prevail or surrender, either still
dazed, but is my own pace, my own way
to choose, before it'll be the #DeathOfMe
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