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PROUD PIED APRIL. ／ Cradled between the fading breath, night and dawn stood in upwards to applaud. Hummed in a steady unrestrained courtesy, pulsing through earth and kept its way to the long-awaited oath. Overheard, perhaps the stars flickered eagerly.

What they are after is the sole purpose of ancient heartbeats itself. As if keeping watch, their rhythm was steady with syncing of deep shards of morning dew. The slumbers heard their call, stretching paints along the pathway. “And so, should a dew-laden meadow did no other than catching a nascent light with spring's bay.” Quiet but certain, leaving no wonder to certainty. It is the kind of dawn that does not ask them to dream of doom. ✶ (Mirroring an exhalation to sleeping blossom, it still drift along.)

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▸ Declaration of its own steady march hare, heed to call in dew. STOOD STILL IN-BETWEEN: PNG.
▸ Tattered strides was then armored dust, rushed to the resolute. THREAD OF THE STRANDED: MP4.

It came along with Tokuno Yushi's blitheful bash, once bounded and kept buried undone with the soil of anemones. This is the law of possibility, for it adamantly persist in one's festivity: @WishcrestBot— reach for the cured cracks. Hidden from all but clung to a wreath of chance: @Decaaying. Kept it all conveyed but relentlessly, reaching for what prose might leap: @Cathedralism. Taunted by the post spring self-restraint, but soon to be reincarnated wild.

Crossed by, awaking bloom that never rots be graced in all plaud: @SaintOfWish, @Wishliings, @Sceneotre, @HouseOfWong, @TheHowarth, @ChateauDeLenoir, @RuhmerAhl, @TheRushforth, @Hurlstone, and @TheStahlbaum.

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