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She’s lost in pages again, chin on her arms, the world slipping quiet around her. Sunlight on her skin, water curling at her shoulders—how am I supposed to concentrate on anything else? She reads, and I fall a little harder. Might have to steal that book, just to make her chase me for it.
Come on, love… Look at me like I’m the plot twist you didn’t see coming.
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Hello. This is Ronan Strathmore.
Thank you, Everlings, for two quietly meaningful weeks. If in the midst of it all I’ve made mistakes—spoken too little, too much, or missed what mattered—know it was never with ill intent. Wishing better days for each of us, in whatever road we choose next.
Take care, and be kind to yourselves.
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Two weeks in Everhaze might sound brief, but time here moves differently. I may have left footprints on its soil, but it’s left something far greater within me. Some places don’t just stay in your memory—they settle in your bones, quietly changing the way you breathe after. And Everhaze is one of them.
I’m grateful for the quiet it offered, the warmth that felt unforced, and the people whose sincerity came without pretense. Faces I’ll carry home with me, along with the chill in the air, the scent of woodsmoke, and nights lit by more stars than I’ve seen in years.
Thank you, Everhaze—for the pause, the unspoken lessons, and the reminder that in a world that never stops running, it’s alright to slow down and simply be.
⌞ https://t.co/QSl725f9xG ⌝
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Two weeks in Everhaze might sound brief, but time here moves differently. I may have left footprints on its soil, but it’s left something far greater within me. Some places don’t just stay in your memory — they settle in your bones, quietly changing the way you breathe after. And Everhaze is one of them.
I’m grateful for the quiet it offered, the warmth that felt unforced, and the people whose sincerity came without pretense. Faces I’ll carry home with me, along with the chill in the air, the scent of woodsmoke, and nights lit by more stars than I’ve seen in years.
Thank you, Everhaze—for the pause, the unspoken lessons, and the reminder that in a world that never stops running, it’s alright to slow down and simply be.
⌞ https://t.co/QSl725f9xG ⌝
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A hundred times, a hundred lives… and it’d still be you. [𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘢𝘸].
You’re not just part of my journey, Selene—you’re the reason it matters. And don’t worry, I’ll save you a strawberry. [𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴].
So, let’s go home, love. To the place only we belong—our home.
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The lanterns might wait ‘til dusk, but I don’t feel like waiting to steal you away, love. How about we wander, find something good to eat, and pretend the world belongs to us for a while? Oh, and maybe grab a fortune cookie along the way—see what fate has in store for us tonight.
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too many things, too little time:
- ada yang ditembak,
- ada bedah rumah,
- ada hotman paris di langit,
- ada kader partai.
lanjut:
- ada yang ngedrift
- ada pasutri baru ciuman di tengah lentera. 🥺
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Dan Everhaze, seperti biasa, membiarkan mereka pergi. Bukan karena melupakan, tapi karena percaya—mereka akan menemukan jalan pulang, jika memang waktunya tiba.
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Puluhan lentera mulai terbang, perlahan-lahan naik ke langit yang gelap dan bertabur bintang. Ada yang berdiri diam menatap ke atas. Ada yang berpegangan tangan. Ada yang berbisik pelan pada lentera mereka sebelum melepasnya.
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“Gak kerasa ya, sekarang kita udah sampai di ujung acara banget nih.”
“Setelah ini, kita akan menyalakan lentera—dan seperti yang pernah dibilang Kak Shaletha, letting go isn’t always about losing. Sometimes, it’s about making room for what’s next.”
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⠀ As the mists quietly part,
⠀ a small light rises—soft,
⠀ certain, and waiting to be seen.
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