Terms of Use - Daughter Unbound

Terms of Use

Effective Date: January 1st, 2026

These Terms of Use govern your access to and use of the Daughter Unbound website. By accessing or using this website, you agree to these Terms.

Use of the Website

Daughter Unbound is provided for personal, non-commercial use. You may read, reflect upon, and engage with the content for personal purposes only.

The website does not offer user accounts, subscriptions, or interactive features that require registration.

Intellectual Property

All content on Daughter Unbound is owned by Gabrielle Ashanthie unless otherwise stated and is protected under United States copyright law.

Your use of the website does not grant you ownership rights to any content. Use of the content is subject to the Copyright Notice published on this website.

Permitted Use

You may:
  • Access and read the content for personal, non-commercial use
  • Share brief excerpts with proper attribution to Daughter Unbound and Gabrielle Ashanthie
  • Share links to original pages on this website
Prohibited Use

You may not:
  • Reproduce, republish, or distribute full works or substantial portions of content
  • Adapt, modify, translate, or reframe content for publication or commercial use
  • Use the content as part of any devotional, curriculum, ministry, or theological system
  • Use the content in a way that removes it from its original context or intent
Third-Party Services

This website is hosted on Blogger and may include third-party tools such as translation services. Use of such services is governed by their own terms and policies. Daughter Unbound does not control third-party services.

Disclaimer and Limitation of Liability

All content is provided “as is” and without warranties of any kind. To the fullest extent permitted by United States law, Gabrielle Ashanthie and Daughter Unbound disclaim liability for any loss or damages arising from use of the website or reliance on its content.

Changes to These Terms

These Terms of Use may be updated as the website evolves. Continued use of the website constitutes acceptance of any changes.

Governing Law

These Terms of Use are governed by and construed in accordance with the laws of the United States.

Contact

If you have questions regarding these Terms of Use, you may contact:

Gabrielle Ashanthie
📧 gabrielleashanthie@gmail.com


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