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#Whispers of Serenity
cavenewstimes · 10 months
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Reviving the Whispers of Serenity: Unearthing Britain's Most Intact Medieval Village
Welcome to a mesmerizing journey that will transport‌ you to ⁣a bygone era‍ of tranquility and charm. In ‌our ⁢quest to uncover hidden treasures and revive the whispers of serenity, we embark on an extraordinary adventure through​ the ancient landscapes⁢ of Britain. Today, we⁤ invite you to rejoice in the remarkable ⁣tale of a village that ⁤has defied time and preserved its medieval essence in…
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dogmaz · 4 months
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littlerequiem · 3 months
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oh no, save me erwin smith… save me from the platitudes of every day life, erwin smith.
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steven-sandner · 9 months
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Capturing the delicate essence of a translucent flower—a living testament to the beauty that emerges when vulnerability meets the light. In its sheer petals, I find a reminder that transparency can be its own form of strength, and even in the fragility, there's an undeniable resilience, gracefully unfolding beneath the gaze of life's illuminating moments 🌸✨
Delicate minimalist flowers 🌸✨
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winternymphaea · 2 years
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dior's 'palladium' gown (1992)
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beyblade-e · 9 months
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First I realized
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Then I couldn't stop realizing
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herbalnature · 3 months
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Basking under a sky dotted with fluffy clouds, Glen Urquhart unveils its tranquil loch and rolling hills. It’s a serene slice of Scotland, where nature whispers and time slows down.
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amy---pearson · 4 months
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I don’t want city life, I want this
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purcaholic · 1 day
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In hues of time, washed soft with age, Whispers of yore on parchment stage, Delicate strokes of yesterday’s dream, A watercolor dance in history’s serene gleam.
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namitha · 1 year
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The afternoon breeze gracefully sweeps through the air, delicately tousling my hair with its tender touch. Its comforting touch brings a sense of peace and contentment. As the breeze whispers through my hair, I find solace in its gentle caress, as if it carries with it the secrets of the world. In this fleeting moment, time seems to slow down, allowing me to immerse myself in the serenity of nature. The sensation of the breeze intertwining with my hair creates a harmonious symphony, a gentle dance between nature and myself. It is in these moments that I feel liberated, connected to something greater than myself, and deeply attuned to the beauty that resides within and beyond this world.
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tranquilbecoming · 10 months
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Luminous Bloom: Echoes of Serenity
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whisperstemptations · 5 months
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c o n t i n u e d . . . with JOHNNY && SERENITY.
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🎸 —— The way he practically purred when that word, that title rolled off her lips. Daddy. It was ironic, and it didn't escape him, that such a word shot right to his cock. Feeling it twitch within the confines of his denim, swell even more at the sight of Serenity's tight little pussy... Glistening with arousal, all for him. His palm finding the bulge of his cock, squeezing it to give some relief...
He'd be more than willing to have her cry out, whimper and earn that daddy title. Despite being a horrible father. This was evident of that. Having Serenity in his room was evident of that. Having his daughter's best friend in his suite? Fuck. It should have given him pause, some amount of guilt. But Jane already didn't want anything to do with him, not that he could blame her, but his pride was hurt as well with her rejection, even after admitting he did her and her mama wrong, ignoring her existence and yes, it was too little too late. But at least he tried. He did his best.
Fuck it. What did it matter? He was a bastard through and through... Might as well indulge in a sweet thing like Serenity. Smiling as he looked down on her. Such precious lips as well... Would look so much better wrapped around his cock.
Lifting his shirt over his head, showing off his body for her. The taut muscles, the hours of working out because there was no way in hell would Johnny fucking Barrett was going to have beer gut, right? One hand gently laid and grasped her chin, leaning down and capturing her lips at once, tongue sliding within her mouth and god, she tasted sweet. A deep hum rumbled from him, seeking her tongue as his hand slid down her body. Groping her breast through fabric, pinching her nipple slightly before sliding further down. Over her stomach, and as his teeth caught her bottom lip... Calloused fingers found themselves between her legs, right with the warmth of her cunt, sliding through her folds and hummed in delight finding her wet.
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steven-sandner · 12 days
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Rainbow meets sea,
Whispers of mist in the air,
Light bends, silence speaks
Prints & other pages - https://linktr.ee/steven.sandner
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raven-serenity · 6 months
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as corny as it is, i do appreciate a nice "you're going to be okay" every once in a while. on both ends.
i feel like it's a phrase that's been lost in how generally mundane it is. but i still find a sense of presence in it. a sense of being seen. valued.
it's very nice to hold someone and whisper to.
even without a worrying presence.
just a soft reminder.
you're going to be okay.
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zoeflake · 2 years
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Vishal Naidu - Whisper Of Trees 
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