
Pretty orange blooms for the weekend.
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being alive is to have life telling you ‘ok now i will ask you to be brave. now i will ask you to be brave. now i will ask you to be brave’ over and over and over until you learn it & then have to learn it again
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Sunday mornings were meant for rain, soft music, good books, and staying in bed.