the scent of summer...β
π β Λ the grape drips with quiet
sweetness, not just as π fruit
returning greetings, but as a brief
story wishing to linger in
memory. βμλ..γ €ββ
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the πoonvine πΎeeper
( πounder &&. host )
when your message stops here.
imagine we are sitting in a garden
full of fruit and twilight light. πΌ Ϋ« βΈΌ
π Χ β πoonvine πΎeeper, Maelsya.
every greeting has a feeling, and
she want to be the best combination
of all the sweetness that has ever
existed. π π³ ππΈ
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