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Lapping water
Airplane noises
Dancing bugs
Singing bird
Shiny sun
Lemonade
Peanut butter and honey pancake
Hearing music
Dripping towels hanging from the porch
Mowing trails
Fixing bikes
Corn
Tractor ride
Fireworks late into the night
Catching fireflies
Missing Gramma and Grampa
Yellow light peaking through,
I get to wake up and look at you.
We turn to each other and cuddle close,
nose to nose.
Lines of light strike your eyes...
I can no longer breathe.
Deep brown pools of chocolate,
I wander into your forest eyes and can't find my way out,
I'm lost.
They turn to coffee and then you are there,
standing in the kitchen, no clothes yet,
asking if I need cream for the coffee you made me.
You are coffee.
Strong.
Smooth.
Energy.
Warm.
I need you every morning.
It's hard to live without you.
Wait, not too much cream!
It needs to resemble your eyes.
My feelings about waking up next to him. Also he makes me coffee every morning.
Until an old photo comes across your eyes, you will never cherish the little pieces of time that pass you by.

To experience is beauty, To live is just a waste.

My mind is full of feelings. My heart is full of feelings. There is no logic to me.

I am art. I was designed by an artist. I was first crafted in the womb. My thoughts are put on paper and become art too.

Life is art. We create moments and memories. Our art is often a photograph.

Feelings are art.

The way you decorate your home is art.

Singing the song you love is art.

We are all artists. After all, we were designed by an artist.
I've been thinking a lot about creativity, individuality, and free-spiritedness

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