stephanie
I don't know why it still surprises me that the most intimate moments come as you prepare to leave. Or that Dancing Queen brings down the house in any nation.
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jen
a girl and her schnoodle. autumn howling through the air. an afternoon that beseeches of scarfed walks and warm soup...
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meg
the end of the day is a welcome thing.
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amisha
slate gray sky.
another bit of painful news.
an afternoon walk that smelled of kebabs, sewage, fire, wind.
standing on the corner talking, two minutes of afternoon sun.
packing.
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molly
my first fire of the season in the woodstove. and suddenly nobody wanted to leave that room. i started knitting mittens for everyone. seemed like the perfect thing to do.
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Grace
some days just call for a treat.