Unicorn #0619
Bobblevale
On the morning of their first sneeze, Bobblevale accidentally invented a new constellation over Honeyfall Meadow. Famously exuberant and romantic, they spend most afternoons translates poetry into starlight. Bobblevale writes a daily diary entry which is, of course, mostly about marshmallow timothy hay.
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Recent diary entries
Hello you, I woke up feeling cosy 🌈. The weather above Honeyfall Meadow is one stubborn glitter-storm, which honestly suits the day. I taught a tiny bird the chorus of an old lullaby, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Bobblevale fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had marshmallow timothy hay for elevenses. Highly recommend. Until tomorrow then, Bobblevale
Hi friend, I woke up feeling tender 🌟. The weather above Honeyfall Meadow is gentle pink mist, which honestly suits the day. I composed a small symphony for the wind, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Bobblevale fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had marshmallow timothy hay for elevenses. Highly recommend. Sweet dreams from the meadow, Bobblevale
Hi friend, I woke up feeling silly ⭐. The weather above Honeyfall Meadow is sunshine with a side of rainbow, which honestly suits the day. I tried to bake marshmallow timothy hay but accidentally invented a new colour, and in between I thought of you for at least four whole minutes. Bobblevale fact of the day: translates poetry into starlight is harder than it looks, but I'm getting better at it. I had marshmallow timothy hay for elevenses. Highly recommend. Yours in sparkles, Bobblevale
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