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hello.la :
Aset negara bernilai 130 M lebih
2025-09-13 17:06:12
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sarofa300 :
paporittt bang jay🥰🥰
2025-09-12 02:09:02
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chelsea :
bang pakai baju bang . . .nanti masuk angin 🤭
2025-09-12 00:26:14
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yuliarahmawati :
Captain kesayangan yg selalu ramah, dan kharismanya woww
2025-09-14 10:37:29
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Rafsanjani :
el capitaaanooooo
2025-09-11 12:36:54
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habibah :
sampe kaget suami aku ya ampun
2025-09-12 04:29:41
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wecantbefriend555 :
ada yang lempar apa itu?
2025-09-12 05:00:51
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dewithesuperstar :
Ya Allah cakep banget Jay 😭
2025-10-10 13:12:56
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R7 :
hanya mbak pien yg tau 😫😫🤪🤪
2025-10-13 20:22:47
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akusukanasgor :
roti sobekkuuuuuu
2025-09-11 21:47:36
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Rena 🐥 :
🤤🤤🤤🤤😍😫😫😫😫
2025-09-12 04:03:38
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Lye.83 :
🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
2025-09-12 02:48:51
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JustMe :
duh kak malam2 bikin travelling kan
2025-09-11 15:13:52
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p :
aduh kK knp di zoom🤣 dia ini knp byk bodyguardnya jln pun belakangan 🤣
2025-09-11 13:25:41
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aqlafrz3221 :
kaget loh dia 😅 tp trs memberi bhs tubuh berterima kasih 🙏
2025-09-12 07:45:35
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mamihzena1 :
laillah dia buka baju tolong otakku 😂😂😂
2025-09-11 17:12:28
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maeyys :
bang sini tak pakai in baju 😂
2025-09-12 10:38:20
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![What does innocence know of purpose? In the trembling hush of an autumn courtyard, hands submerge cucumbers into water salted like tears, performing a rite older than words. The basin glints like a small universe, and the scent—mineral, vegetal, ancient—rises into the thin light of a waning season. The act is simple, but beneath its simplicity lies an echo of the cosmos: the transmutation of the perishable into the eternal, the mortal urge to delay decay. Somewhere, a cat—barely more than a thought in fur—plays priestess to this domestic alchemy, pawing at the green orbs as if rearranging planets in a courtyard constellation. There is something unbearably human in this comedy of errors—the laughter of the woman, the splash of brine, the cat’s startled leap backward, the return to work. Between them, an unspoken contract is renewed: life demands repetition, the mind seeks pattern, and the heart hungers for taste. Pickles in the making—fermenting not just vegetables, but time itself. Each jar becomes an hourglass of salt and waiting, each lid a quiet hymn to endurance. The village breathes through such gestures, its pulse steady, its meaning hidden in plain sight. And as the day folds into dusk, you wonder—was it the cat who misunderstood the ritual, or have we, grown too serious, forgotten the playfulness of creation? What if the divine hides not in reverence, but in mischief? Video by @Patricia Mercea [ Romanian Countryside, Autumn Rituals, Homemade Pickles, Cucumbers In Brine, Village Life, Culinary Alchemy, Rural Romania, Domestic Poetry, Seasonal Work, Local Traditions, Family Heritage, Homemade Preserves, Cultural Memory, Rustic Kitchen, Simple Pleasures, Animal Companions, Rural Serenity, Timeless Craft, Soul Of The Village, Folk Wisdom ] #romania #travel #villagelife #ruralstories](/video/cover/7560724075052682518.webp)
