full summer, full heart

green tea ice cream
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films at the art museum
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night walks at the lake
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luncheoning on memorial grounds
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holding hands
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baseball caps and overalls
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makeshift beds and makeshift bathrooms
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dewy grass
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impromptu demo construction projects
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venison and smoked pork with extended family
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blackberry wine in virginia
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scaffolding and historic architecture
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MANCAKES
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antique-shoppe-ing
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free sushi rolls
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solo dates
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unexpected overnight stays
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learning laughter's power
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beach-marching in jeans and a grey cotton sweater
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gritty, sweaty manual labour
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the darjeeling limited / amelie / midnight in paris / girl with a pearl earring / west side story / safety not guaranteed
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derek webb / marina & the diamonds / bailiff / jars of clay / amanda palmer / songs for water / kopecky family band / the vespers / the civil wars
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moment-to-moment living
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cooking for the beauty of it
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uncanny "coincidences"
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best year yet of my traveling career [nyc, ny + new haven, ct + groton, ct + new orleans, la + baton rouge, la + providence, ri + westerly, ri +  oak ridge, tn + memphis, tn + knoxville, tn + sedan, ks + indianapolis, in + tulsa, ok]
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grace, elegance, steadfastness, truth, and beauty as mantras. self-preservation happens naturally when one refuses to allow death and lies to have their way in one's heart. no need for this foolish trepidation any longer.

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