𝑻𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 our kith and kin, upon a comely tide with the rays embarking to soar in hinder: Billet-doux from us, 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑛𝑑.

Herewithal, stood on their czarinas below the apex o’ the ravenish azurite purview. Wreathed within their fabric they were, beautifully honoring every aperture thus merit blesses and amour on their gaily figure. The pistils that gleaned whenever the limelights dimmed their embellishing buds vividly. Plunge like a zenith on a day betwixt the springtide, wherein their pungent ruddiness flush, and there's no other gloaming surplus fabulous on it twilight. Not so hastily yet no flinching even for a juncture, sonorously, them likely a whiz virtuoso leaping a frolic falling from the empyrean along with the euphonious tune, sounds a dulcet parade—quite an oh-so vivace panorama the dusk was!

Quit with the sermon right. Herein mailing our warmest hail for thy, Mesdames et messieurs in the gleeful tide of felicity, for coming at the magniloquent pageant of The Cerise that is a wonderful honorary to us! Summing in one-two-three, for then we'll be off to take you with us ‘neath the carouse lanterns. Gently assemble the guts, we are for sure demanding you to not lower the jaws.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦,
@TheeCerise.