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Here, the clover closes its leaves—not as an ending, but as a vow. What has grown in quiet symmetry is left to fate’s gentle keeping, pressed between moments, marked by patience, and trusted to return when the season remembers its name.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ RYUCLOVER! ♡
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