Channel name was changed to «most loving, the precious of spring.»
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⋆ ★ Stars. Like a beautiful star shining in the night sky, your purpose is not to compare your light or brightness to any other star. Your purpose is not to wish you were a moon or a planet, or to wish you were somewhere else. Your purpose is not to change who you are or what you are made of. Your purpose is to shine your light as bright and as beautiful as only you can. Your purpose is to celebrate the light of others while celebrating your own light too. Because it is only when we are all shining our own unique lights can we light up the entire night sky. ・゚✧
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Sefa Jeanette.
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⋆ ★ Stars. Like a beautiful star shining in the night sky, your purpose is not to compare your light or brightness to any other star. Your purpose is not to wish you were a moon or a planet, or to wish you were somewhere else. Your purpose is not to change who you are or what you are made of. Your purpose is to shine your light as bright and as beautiful as only you can. Your purpose is to celebrate the light of others while celebrating your own light too. Because it is only when we are all shining our own unique lights can we light up the entire night sky. ・゚✧
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Sefa Jeanette.
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Forwarded from lavender, ♡
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★. 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨, 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚! 🥐🐈
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#note! ♥ Behind the arch of glory sets the day; the river lies in curves of silver light, the Fields Elysian glitter in a spray of golden dust; the gilded dome is bright, The towers of Notre Dame cut clean and gray The evening sky, and pale from left to right a hundred bridges leap from either quay. Pillared with pride, the city of delight Sits like an empress by her silver Seine, Heavy with jewels, all her splendid dower Flashing upon her, won from shore and main by shock of combat, sacked from town and tower. Wherever men have builded hall or fane Red war hath gleaned for her and men have slain To deck her loveliness. I feel again That joy which brings her art to faultless flower, Arrayed her star by star with pride and power. ・゚゚👩🏻🌾・。
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★. 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨, 𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚! 🥐🐈
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#note! ♥ Behind the arch of glory sets the day; the river lies in curves of silver light, the Fields Elysian glitter in a spray of golden dust; the gilded dome is bright, The towers of Notre Dame cut clean and gray The evening sky, and pale from left to right a hundred bridges leap from either quay. Pillared with pride, the city of delight Sits like an empress by her silver Seine, Heavy with jewels, all her splendid dower Flashing upon her, won from shore and main by shock of combat, sacked from town and tower. Wherever men have builded hall or fane Red war hath gleaned for her and men have slain To deck her loveliness. I feel again That joy which brings her art to faultless flower, Arrayed her star by star with pride and power. ・゚゚👩🏻🌾・。
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