โ โ โ ใ ค ใ ค ใ ค ใ คๅไผ่ๆ ใ ค ใ ค ใ ค ใ ค .โ .โ No. XI/1400 โฎ The Pantone โRaindrop on Rosesโ Pearl from the heaven, a stolen sigh. The petal beneath the heartโs twilight sky.
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Before hailed as great mother of the Tudors, she was Daughter of the King, 1470. | โI love you, my beautiful Elizabeth. May God in His mercy grant thee happiness all the years of thy life, my little girl.โ ยน Sandra, The Kingโs Daughter: A Novel of the First Tudor Queen (2008)
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a.co/7O6C1UD | Without her, the roses might have never ceased their war, the dawn of Tudor reign would never have risen from shadows. She is Elizabeth of York, daughter to a king, niece to a king, sister of a king, wife of a king, great mother of Tudors.
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คXn--led1a067l.xn--6ii ๐๐ฎ๐ฆฬ๐ต๐ฉ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆฬ ๐ญ๐ข๐ท๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆฬ โ Adorning myself in Blanche florรฉlรฉe, I thought of how the world venerates white as the embodiment of purity, yet even that seemed tinted in contrast to the love I hold for us.
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My love is purer.. even though it aches in its yearning, pressing against the walls of my heart. Pure, how fragile the word feels on my lips, and yet I whisper it as if the sound alone might unveil the hidden depth of me.ใ
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Xn--led1a067l.xn--6ii โ ๐โ๐ฆฬ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅโ๐๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ฆฬ๐ข, ๐๐ณ. ๐ : Time moves in its own cruel cadence, and somehow, we have arrived in August again. Thereโs no fanfare, or sorrow either, just the insistence of another page turned.
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Many Augusts have passed without you.
Each one colder than the last, though the summer air still swells and sighs. I measure my healing in sunrises and in the small cruelties I let pass. I no longer cry when your name slips into my mind, but I also no longer smile.
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Across time, across the sea, across the universe, you hold the sole and eternal ownership of my heart. No matter how many miles lie between us, rhythm of my heart beats only for us. It beats not merely to keep me alive, but to echo love I carry for you with every breath I take.
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Good morning, todays little prophecy: a full day awaits. Itโs nearly 7 am, the monday blues are creeping in. Still, Iโm wishing you peace and light. Please forgive my silence, Iโll properly welcome you once I find a moment to catch my breath!
Lots of love, Isayรฉa. ๐ค
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