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Nox mounts in the east, of the same ilk aureole emanative my animus. I, the steadfast seer onward to the solstice, cherish your attendance dans tous les jours. Within the fold of the rosaceous eventide, tiger’s eye, the haze do not veil your allure. (‘⅋.) Rhythmus Of Breathe Philautia, Ink-Quill, Signed: ‘@Blithcurt.’