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Afterglow
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happiness is....
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A boy's life...
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“A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows” ~ St. Francis of Assisi
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One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.” ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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“You must not ever stop being whimsical." ~ Mary Oliver
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"Lay me down, let the only sound be the overflow, pockets full of stones..." ~ Florence and the Machine
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"All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea..." ~ Jack Kerouac
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Where happiness lives...
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ebb and flow
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"I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation I've never been afraid of any deviation..." ~ Joan Jett
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sunkissed
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Sometimes you find moments of pure happiness in the strangest places....
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New life...
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Sweetest of Jess kitties...
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blurred gold
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beach light...
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“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...” ~ Susan Polis Schutz
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"tender age in bloom..." ~ Nirvana
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Spin your web, freaky little spider, spin...
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"I do not despise real woods because I have read of enchanted ones, rather the reading makes all woods a little enchanted” ~ C.S. Lewis
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The perfumes of spring...
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“The only thing a cat worries about is what's happening right now. As we tell the kittens, you can only wash one paw at a time.” ~ Lloyd Alexander
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"wildflower, star of my dreams..the most beautiful thing.." ~ The Cult
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"And though she be but little, she is fierce.." ~ William Shakespeare
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“It's still magic....even if you know how it's done.” ~ Terry Pratchett
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"Open the sky and let her come down..." ~ The Cult
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rain kissed
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"stay wilder than the wind..." ~ Simon LeBon
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“so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.” ~ Pablo Neruda
