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some evenings reach with a solemn that calls forth old dawn from secluded urban and carriage vague dole out of memoirs once so chipper they left a rouge on the heart. those afterthoughts pile up almost sacramental direct the vows back into the october 9th, the dawn when clairo ellsword first stepped into her own lights. the vault heavens of morning seems odd as though terrene halted ⁺˖

pronto this day coterie laps back holding a suite of blessings solely meant to praising her avant garde veer. cherish salutations into the hours and aim vesture attire into the evening’s seventh. mayhap the days early bloom with courage and bliss, good things that find their way devoid of noise. happiest birthday, @vorsjr ♥️
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