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parallelogram
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bouquet on the front stoop
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bouquet on the front stoop
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...and the other one that i love
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lazy summer mornings
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aglow
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there is always a certain peace in being what one is, in being that completely
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the photographer's eye
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did you know...
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summer on the table
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ephemeral
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lengthening afternoons of long flowing dusk, and midnight rain opening lilacs
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chillaxin in a party dress
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she was the faintest scent of a cactus flower
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we bought some spring this morning
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is there life before coffee?
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g r a v i t y
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contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing
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1.11.11
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all at once she knew, this was the ultimate in fulfillment, to please a man you loved
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she has her reasons
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how dare you!
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a moratorium on scarves
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12/31: Poe in October
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bam ~ the kenny powers edition
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on the coffee table
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chillin' [1]
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chillin' [2]*
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Respect the child. Be not too much his parent. Trespass not on his solitude. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson { + two in comments}
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{morning ritual}
