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hes really hard to get a good print of

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the explainerrr

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a family member very close to me passed away. i am going to be a little inactive. no daily silvercandle today.

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 10

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 9

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no daily silvercandle today sorry

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 8

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 7

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 6

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 5

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 4

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 3

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 2

ok now im up to date

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Daily Silvercandle - Day 1

this should have been posted yesterday oops

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You are everything, so I can allow myself to be something.

Happy 2 years, my love @sunnylovesfrogs

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- Secret of the Hattifatteners, Tales From Moominvalley.

I really really really need you all to know how much of a wife guy Moominpappa is actually, like even if they're not super outwardly affectionate in the books, Moominmamma trusts Moominpappa very deeply and Moominpappa's definition of "home" always links back to Moominmamma. He is the waves and she is the shore.

(excerpts of Moominpappa thinking about Moominmamma and only Moominmamma whenever he gets reminded of home v)

He went back to the boat, shaking his paws like a cat. Some of the spiders had crawled on to him, and he thought it very unpleasant.

They soon found the painter also and started to crawl along it in a thin red procession, and from there further along the gunwale.

Moominpappa seated himself as far astern as possible.

This is something one dreams, he thought. And then one awakens with a jerk to tell Moominmamma: ‘You can’t imagine how horrible, dearest, such a lot of spiders, you never…’

And she awakens too and replies: ‘Oh, poor Pappa – that was a dream, there aren’t any spiders here…’

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It was a small scroll of birch-bark, of the sort the sea likes to curl up and throw ashore. Nothing else. You can unroll them like documents: inside they’re white and silk-smooth, and as soon as they’re released they curl shut again. Exactly like a small fist clasped about a secret. Moominmamma used to keep one around the handle of her tea-kettle.

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Moominpappa had laid himself on his back and was staring up at the pale green leaves around him. Light, delicate leaves against a dark sky. In his easy-chair at home he had a cushion embroidered with fern leaves by Moominmamma. Pale green leaves against black felt. It was very beautiful.

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Vintage Valentine card