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Sep 7
Prompt: Take a photo of a keepsake you cherish and write about what it means to you.

~The sun slowly rose over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the world. Birds chirped happily in the trees, welcoming the new day. As the morning light filled the sky, it brought with it a sense of hope and renewal. With each passing moment, the world, Birds chirped happily in the trees, welcoming the new day. As the morning light filled the sky, it brought with it a sense of hope and renewal. With each passing moment, the world seemed to come alive with possibility and promise. And in that moment, all was right in the world. Glory to the one and only.๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿฅ‚

แƒš( โ—•  แ—œ  โ—• )แƒš

โˆž๏ธŽ๏ธŽโžถ๏ธŽ๊จ„
๐”–๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ, ๐”ฐ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ข๐”ฑ, ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐” ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค! ๐”„๐”ฐ ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ถ, ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฐ ๐” ๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค, ๐”ฐ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”จ ๐”ฐ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ท๐”ข๐”ก. ๐”„๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”จ๐”ก ๐”Ÿ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ, ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿฅ‚
๐”’๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ž๐”ก ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ฏโžถ๏ธŽ๊จ„โˆž๏ธŽ๏ธŽ
โ„‘ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”จ, "๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ?"
"๐”‰๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข ๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐Ÿฅ‚โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
โžถ๏ธŽ๊จ„โˆž๏ธŽ๏ธŽ ๐”ž๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฏ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ซ, ๐”ฆ ๐”ฅ๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ข ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”Ÿ๐”ข๐”ž๐”ฒ๐”ฑ๐”ถ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฑ, ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ข, "๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ค๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ฉ" ๐Ÿ“Œ๐Ÿฅ€
๐”‘๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ ๐”ฃ๐”ž๐”ฏ? ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ถ๐”ฏ ๐” ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ฐ.. ๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”จ๐”ฐ ๐”ฃ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ ๐”ถ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ ๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฏ, ๐”ฐ๐”ฅ๐”ฆ๐”ญ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐” ๐”ข๐”ฐ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ก๐Ÿ™ˆ๐”ˆ๐”ซ๐”ง๐”ฌ๐”ถ ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ“Œ

(โ„ โ„โ€ขโ„ฯ‰โ„โ€ขโ„ โ„)โ„

~Once moreโ€ฆ With each passing moment, the world seemed to come alive with possibility and promise. And in that moment, all was right in the world. Glory to the one and only.๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿฅ‚

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Keyara S Trotman
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