Forward from: De Crowther Familie: There Will Be Chaos.
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ᅟimagine a place dappled in golden light, where laughter tumbles like leaves in a brisk autumn wind, carefree and bright. a space where time seems to dance, slow and jolly, and hearts beat with a rhythm that skips a beat now and then. do peek at the FAMILY LEDGER ‘fore knocking on the door!
ᅟ〄 The Bell Rings For: ..
│ᅟThe Father Figures (80—94)
ᅟThe Aunty-Uncle (95—98)
│ᅟᅟThe Middle (04—06)
ᅟThe Youngest (07—10)
ᅟif your soul hums with quiet wonder and your pockets jingle with joy, perhaps you're THE-MISSING-LINC we've been waiting for. (@CrowtherRobot.)
Ahoy! the cherished of our ever-growing clan, I, (name) &. (@username), with a heart full of joy and mischief, seek to join your lively band of dreamers. as (muse), ready to share in the chaos, the laughter, and the warmth, I arrive, born in the year of (your birth year). should you find a space for one more tale-spinner at the table.
ᅟᅟᅟ(0/11) then let it be knøwn:
ᅟthe heartbeat that wandered too far, now finding its way to @DeCrowther🪽. come forth, kindred spirit. The hearth is warm, the kettle’s on, and your seat at the table waits.
ᅟimagine a place dappled in golden light, where laughter tumbles like leaves in a brisk autumn wind, carefree and bright. a space where time seems to dance, slow and jolly, and hearts beat with a rhythm that skips a beat now and then. do peek at the FAMILY LEDGER ‘fore knocking on the door!
ᅟ〄 The Bell Rings For: ..
│ᅟThe Father Figures (80—94)
ᅟThe Aunty-Uncle (95—98)
│ᅟᅟThe Middle (04—06)
ᅟThe Youngest (07—10)
ᅟif your soul hums with quiet wonder and your pockets jingle with joy, perhaps you're THE-MISSING-LINC we've been waiting for. (@CrowtherRobot.)
Ahoy! the cherished of our ever-growing clan, I, (name) &. (@username), with a heart full of joy and mischief, seek to join your lively band of dreamers. as (muse), ready to share in the chaos, the laughter, and the warmth, I arrive, born in the year of (your birth year). should you find a space for one more tale-spinner at the table.
ᅟᅟᅟ(0/11) then let it be knøwn:
ᅟthe heartbeat that wandered too far, now finding its way to @DeCrowther🪽. come forth, kindred spirit. The hearth is warm, the kettle’s on, and your seat at the table waits.