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Thrift stores, the beach, camp fires, tea, all the pretty girls, the feeling of the night, bike rides, the way smoke drifts away, crazy summer storms, abandoned houses, old cars, climbing trees, strangers, big waves, trains, the sound of crickets, the smell of an old book, falling asleep with a girl, snow that cancels school, mangos, leftovers, candles, driving fast, finding money in an old coat, a shared secret, a windy autumn day, coming home after a hard run, driving downhill on a moto, singing without care for how you sound, snow on your tongue, getting lost in a national park, 15 hour bus rides, walking to work, baking cookies for family, caring for someone who is special to you, trying to stay up late and then falling asleep at 10pm, the way leaves dance in the wind, sand on your feet, spooning someone on a cold night, the first kiss, staying overnight at the airport and drinking lots of coffee, making changes in your life, meeting new friends, to be vulnerable, finally finishing a book after a year, the love of family, flying in an airplane and seeing the sunset, walking barefoot, zoom dates with beer, the smile of the girl you like, sharing, exercising, bonding, searching for meaning, catching up with an old friend, that feeling of freedom and being lost at the same time, a good salad...



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