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I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY AIMARS SIGI.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY HANAN JANSJE.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY JECWARD WALSTON.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY JUDD GALLAGHER.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY LUCIUS THEODORE.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY JULTHER ASHFORD.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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ㅤㅤㅤ
I GATHER THE SWEETNESS
OF THE HOUR AND PLACE IT,
UNBROKEN, INTO YOUR HANDS.
A POSTCARD SENT BY JAAZ ELMIR.

If love must reveal itself, then let it be like this. Close enough to be felt. Slow enough to be savoured. These are the flavours of my world I wish to carry into our Valentine; bits of sweetness that are waiting to fold themselves into our hours together. If I leaned in and let you feel it, would you turn away.. or would you allow it to stay?
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