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"Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon; Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat Cariad mam sy dan fy mron; Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun Ni wna undyn â thi gam; Huna'n dawel annwyl blentyn Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam... Huna'n dawel heno huna Huna'n fwyn y tlws ei lun; Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno Huno'n dawel ar fy mron... Paid ag ofni dim ond deilen Gura gura ar y ddôr; Paid ag ofni ton fach unig Sua sua ar lan y môr; Huna blentyn nid oes yma Ddim i roddi iti fraw; Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes Ar yr engyl gwynion draw..."

"To my lullaby surrender Warm and tender is my breast Mother's arms with love caressing Lay their blessing on your rest Nothing shall tonight alarm you None shall harm you have no fear Lie contented calmly slumber On your mother's breast my dear... Here tonight I tightly hold you And enfold you while you sleep Why I wonder are you smiling Smiling in your slumber deep Are the angels on you smiling And beguiling you with charm While you also smile my blossom In my bosom soft and warm... Have no fear now leaves are knocking Gently knocking at our door Have no fear now waves are beating Gently beating on the shore Sleep my darling none shall harm you Nor alarm you never cry In my bosom sweetly smiling And beguiling those on high Sleep my darling none shall harm you now..."

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"I left the town and wandered on Through fields all green and gay And whom shall I meet but a cailín sweet At the dawning of the day... No cap or cloak this maiden wore Her neck and feet were bare Down to the ground in ringlets fell her glossy golden hair A milking pail was in her hand She was lovely young and gay She wore the palm from Venus bright By the dawning of the day... On a mossy bank, I sat me down With the maiden by my side With gentle word he courted her Asked her to be his bride..."

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WHAT IS YOUR FLOWER LOVE LANGUAGE?

African Violet

Faithful love! Your love doesn’t come across just in your words…you express it in every look, every gentle gesture, every reassuring smile, and every time you tell your partner, “I am here for you”. Your heart is brimming with love all the time, and sharing that affection gives you just as much joy as it does to the one receiving it.

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Always For Your Sake - Eiluned & Taran

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Spoil it you will, surely. I'll toss it back into the kneading trough, mix it with the other clay, and sooner or later it will serve again. It will not be lost. Indeed, nothing ever is, but comes back in one shape or another.

Lloyd Alexander, Taran Wanderer

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Craftsmanship isn't like water in an earthen pot, to be taken out by the dipperful until it's empty. No, the more drawn out the more remains. The heart renews itself, Wanderer, and skill grows all the better for it.

Lloyd Alexander, Taran Wanderer

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WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER ARC?

Redemption Arc

your story had a pretty rough start and you did some things you're not proud of, but you made the choice to change. i won't go through how important it is to accept responsibility and keep striving to improve or whatever because you know that already. what i think you should know is that your fuel does not need to be shame. you don’t need to stand over the bathroom sink with your blood in your hands until you can no longer make out your reflection. you will look at your face and you will see the person you used to be, but that person no longer exists. today, you are looking, and that makes all the difference.

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𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏  ?  

The Home: whether it’s your warm embrace, your unwavering reliability, your smile that says “welcome back”, your motif is the home. your the equivalent to coming out of the rain to the fire on and your slippers waiting by the door. your uncanny way of making people feel alright, you’re treasured in these trying times. i respectfully request you take care of yourself, the world will never been as kind to you as you are to it. anne lammott said “lighthouses don't go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining” and though unconventional, lighthouses are inhabited and your cup runs over with generosity. because you probably don’t hear it enough, thank you.

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