Ella
We will. Let’s make this our tradition.
The sun sets, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, creating a magical aura around the blossoming cherries.
Birds chirp, and a gentle breeze rustles the leaves.
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The air thickens with laughter and the spirits continue lifting with each brushstroke.
Bound by art and laughter, the friends promise to cherish each other’s presence moving forward.
The brush strokes begin as silent whispers of unspoken memories.