The Ashclair.

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gutmonying clairs~ 🍓

ㅤ    ┃ ➤ • • • Ephemeral Euphoria: A             ✣    ┃              :           Phosphorescent Tale Of    ┃13th ──── September (..) A Blissful Birthday. Sovereign realm of revelry, a mellifluous litany of burgeons, celestial rhapsody intoned throughout the cosmos. Within the cradle of existence, a delicate amour brought forth versierd with an utterance of amicable and cradled inward amour of Elysian benediction. Zephyr masquerades as resplendent with mild hues of amour and the profound enchantment of nascent commencements. Outspread heaps years ahead, that minuscule herald o' mirth metamorphosed into a scintillating luminary, their odyssey intricately engraved with chapters of prosperity, mirth, and coalescent exploits.          ᭧..          As we contemplate those         junctures—from ebullient merriment to      sincere embraces—becomes manifest that      this revered entity bestows felicity upon the                             entire cosmos. Benevolence, geniality, and unalloyed epitomization constitute the keystone for our profoundly appreciative sentiments. Beneath merriment of this marvelous day, with candles aglow upon those benevolent souls utter sentences in celebration that will be celebrated together owing to mise-en-scène many more happy returns to our cherished Jung Sungchan, Reynard Ashclair. Felicitations on achieving the milestone of 23 Years! May glee unfailingly consort with you, and may desolation gradually dissipate. Amidst the throes of 13th September revelry, encircled by those who've borne witness to every meander and twist of our esteemed expedition, discern the amicable emanating from the journey and amour that has burgeoned with each passing year!                                                                        ╲     ⓘ. 764—E.g.: Birthday Mails • • • With Love                        And Fondness, The Ashclair. ㅤ

good night ashclair's, enjoying the cool-ness of the night. the wind keeps moving here and there tearing my hair 🐈‍⬛️🐾

clairs

Blasting is what hang-ups usually accomplish, if it was after them precisely, thou assume it existed of their style and magnetism. It stood as though each of them tracked down something unforeseen but infinitely desirable. A sense of shadow had overspread bones, as chill and as unavoidable as the cloudburst. Frontiersperson bounced and somersaulted in midair, vaulting neatly onto the roof of the carriage. As they did so, drew weapons from the concealing folds of his garments: arcs of sizzling light against the night sky. And didn't exhume a satisfactory interjection to decipher the magnificence, in the latitude, a remembrance of displayed as if it had been left independently in the squelch of the middle of the eventide. By declaring this tantalizingly effervescent thing, the heart's steadfastly beating staunchly— @TheHalesworth's transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future. “All the legends are true, @Ashclair”

udaaaah