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𐚁 Soft morning mist wraps low around quiet fields, where dewdrops cling like tiny pearls to green blade tips. “Birds—sing” out their cheerful tunes from branch to branch, while fresh earth breathes warm & (sweet beneath)＊ / 🪷soft blue skies. ✿𓂃₊ ⊹


ㅤㅤㅤㅤ │ Small streams ripple
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ │ clear and bright over
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ │ smooth gray stones,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ │ carrying whispers of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ │ distant mountains down
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ │ to sleepy meadows
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ │ far below. 🐩✿
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Green vines climb up old wooden walls ✉️𓂃 𓈒𓏸 bright red blooms open wide & tall, sweet scents drift through warm summer halls. ꨄ︎🪽
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ㅤㅤㅤMy life could be as unique an art gallery ’s. Just like a song, i have the melody, tone, and lyrics. (page 1)/ bid me an anonymous “hi!” 🐩 🤍