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── Senescent: Typewriter ⸙
🝳 Prolog ../ “senescent typewriter” glimpse very tumbledown quenched. But, motionless works satisfactorily, fingers running on ligature together beautiful pronouncement into narrative. ☕️🪶
.. | Stringing concertedly.
.. | Making framework.
.. | Writing complete words
.. | that transpire to subconscious,
furthermost part. 美丽 .. 🖊
Anecdote breathe establish into myth, celebrated many people through its beauty. “Sincere thanks.” to creator, especially senescent typewriter, for creating memorable labour 's: Epilog──II.
── Senescent: Typewriter ⸙
🝳 Prolog ../ “senescent typewriter” glimpse very tumbledown quenched. But, motionless works satisfactorily, fingers running on ligature together beautiful pronouncement into narrative. ☕️🪶
.. | Stringing concertedly.
.. | Making framework.
.. | Writing complete words
.. | that transpire to subconscious,
making them one story,
pulchritudinous narrative
brimming meaning.
furthermost part. 美丽 .. 🖊
Anecdote breathe establish into myth, celebrated many people through its beauty. “Sincere thanks.” to creator, especially senescent typewriter, for creating memorable labour 's: Epilog──II.
[REMEMBERING, our beloved nights]
e, Photograph———captured in our beloved camera “📷”
| .. taking a photo with numerous memories, not free from feelings of heavy longing, looking at the camera that records all our memories, I hope time can repeat itself and we can be together again with our memories.
| remembered my old-love
| while reading the love-letter
| you gave me that night in London
| I even remember it so well.
the cold night wind came in without permission through the window, reminding me of the scarf you gave me. staring at the polaroid that was lovingly attached to a cute frame, smiling a little when I remembered it.
e, Photograph———captured in our beloved camera “📷”
| .. taking a photo with numerous memories, not free from feelings of heavy longing, looking at the camera that records all our memories, I hope time can repeat itself and we can be together again with our memories.
ⓘ. est, Hugs from beloved moments (11/21 photo album pages filled with memories.)
| remembered my old-love
| while reading the love-letter
| you gave me that night in London
| I even remember it so well.
the cold night wind came in without permission through the window, reminding me of the scarf you gave me. staring at the polaroid that was lovingly attached to a cute frame, smiling a little when I remembered it.
Channel name was changed to «He smiled with his mouth, but his soul stayed silent.»
Channel name was changed to «He drowned in still water — not because he couldn't swim, but because he stopped wanting to.»
(’darkness and loneliness.) 📷
In the middle of the night that
was only ridiculed by the moon
and a shining star, hot tea.
carry one blank sheet and pen
that has been filled with black
ink to write at midnight which
has a quiet atmosphere ... ✱
writing stories in memories on
an empty sheet writing calmly
wearing a black pen that night.
📼 Remembering | Memories.
In Every Memory There Must Be A
Story And In Every Story There Must
Be A Memory——“Dark Midnight”.
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Emptiness, Quiet “Printed.”
Message──(&.) 20.21ㅤ
✱… Darkness without a song with poignant lyrics (&.) The hum of crying in the tone “Lantern” [ II. ] Fireflies.
Emptiness, Quiet “Printed.”
Message──(&.) 20.21ㅤ
✱… Darkness without a song with poignant lyrics (&.) The hum of crying in the tone “Lantern” [ II. ] Fireflies.