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SEEK FOR PEAK: @GrossEIla.) A columbine glides beneath a lacteal-paled firmament, beating its plumes amidst rime and wildflowers. I cup the quietude, vouchsafing alabaster plumage to graze the anemos. Haply each wingbeat harbours an address for essences hitherto unacquainted.
Thus, the ostium of my heart remains ajar. As boundless as the meadow, awaiting your summons. ۪۪۫۫ೃ