Little Doings
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offers everyone a big knitted blanket and a cup of warm tea with honey. visit me at my tiny warm @bunrrow to watch some ghibli's if it helps your heart to soothe, you deserve to smile and feel tender inside.

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ใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐—ˆ๐—’ ๐—๐—๐—ˆ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—…๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–บ ๐—Œ๐—๐–บ๐—‹ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…ค็งใฎๅฟƒใฏๆ˜Ÿใงใ™ใ…ค
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in September, the days and night lend themselves to musings about alive and death. the first few weeks of September are full of endings. in the northern hemisphere, the earth, her trees, fields and creatures begin to retreat into dormancy to flourish again in the spring. life continues.

even the minuscule amount that i know cosmology has brought me to a renewed conviction that there is life after death. from a great spark of energy ignited, the ongoing process of creation and creativity produced a mix of photons and particles and quarks that eventually coalesced into supernovas, stars, galaxies, and planets. some of the largest stars eventually exploded, scattering a rich cloud of chemicals that eventually formed the basis of life in the oceans. ใ…คใ…ค ใ…ค
ใ…ค โ€œ ๐’ˆ๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‚๐’•๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’“, ๐’ˆ๐’†๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’…
ใ…ค๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’…๐’“๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’“๐’๐’๐’•, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’–๐’๐’Š๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’”๐’† ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’”๐’•
ใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…ค ๐’š๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’†. โ€

ใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…คห– เผ‹ ๐–ฆ† ึบ ึ™โ‹†

ใ…ค ใ…คโ€œ ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’…, ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’‚๐’…๐’—๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’†
ใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…คใ…ค ใ…ค ๐’‚๐’ ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’…. โ€

i'd already slept under the stars. but not even the most beautiful night sky over the highest mountains could compare with what was about happen.

one night on the ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€, old cottage, old things and stuff. outside the marshlands, dozens of falling stars vanish as they land on the earth. my tiny hands reaches a falling star, my whole body getting warm when the star gains my heart while boosting its own magical power to my fragile heart. i eat the star.
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1 day to witness million stars dance in the night sky and yell gladsomely when that day comes, little virgo's birthday โ™ก
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mini birthday talkie-talk : open เญจเญง prepare your fluffly blanket, cup of tea, cookies & biscuits !! enjoy ๐ŸŽ€โ™ก
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ใ…ค ใ…ค Forever grateful for your Beautiful
ใ…คใ…ค Existence, you, A Boy from the Skies.
ใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…ค ยท  ยท  ยท โœฆ ใ…ค
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ใ…ค ๐’•๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’Š๐’๐’š ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’ ๐‘บ๐’†๐’‘๐’•๐’†๐’Ž๐’ƒ๐’†๐’“ใ…ค ใ…ค
ใ…ค ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’„๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‡๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’‰๐’†๐’…
ใ…ค ใ…ค ใ…ค ๐’•๐’ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’• ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’„๐’๐’๐’–๐’…๐’”.
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September 1, 1997, marks the beginning of the autumn season in land of The Morning Calm, which follows summer and foreshadows winter; from cold noodles to sweet potatoes, picnic to ice skating rinks, in between this season is autumn. it has two faces that, when contrasted with clear skies and heavy clouds, could imply either fall or rainfall. which would you rather have? we can't make such things happen in lieu of significant changes. however, in 1997, September's first birth, the cloud saturation was what fell rather than the leaves of the trees. this is not solely due to what we all refer to as alteration, as miracles do occur too. fortuitously, i just witnessed one. the miracle i'm pertaining to is saccharine emergence of a little precocious seraph who is innocent of how he can console the world when it sheds a tear and be its home companion. the world was was deeply moved by the young messanger; as for the first poem in his creation, there was someone who truly cared over what she felt.

just so, she expressed her sincere gratitude by pouring down rain; starting from the year, every first of september, it downpours continuously, a manifestation that the world still gets emotional whenever this time of year comes around. the world is reminded of the boy who, in his first ever life; wanted the world to lean on him rather than him leaning on the world. the little young seraphim is truly a wonder to cherish forever. the story of the rain in early September began with his birth.

and despite being a blessing hold in this course of life, he created an exact pastiche of who he is, so as when he bequeathed, people would remember how we, the world, and the rain became the hills and vales along. that's how the arrival of the song โ€œStill With Youโ€ came to life and that's how the flow of the story cascades by. at twelve a.m., i was sipping my hot cup of tea whilsy listening to that ever aubade piece. looking out of the foggy window, i noticed raindrops falling frop the roof and drenching the plants. it's raining, it's September 1.
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