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We report while the warmth of the afternoon is dissipating, the mix in temperatures in the air confusing our senses. The smells of early summer are strong in the fading light, grass, warm gravel, and the scent that is indescribable, but unique to this time of the year.

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maybe i was born to be mutuals with you

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“Meggendorfer-Blätter” Mila Von Luttich

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i hate it when clones die

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The Waterboys – The Whole Of The Moon

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Gaetano Previati - The day awakens the night, c.1905.

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Fleur Bleue, Vince

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Jour, Soir, Nuit, Chance, Route, Vent, Fortune, Facture, Vivant, Temps (le ciel est bleu), Moment, Feeling, -homme, -bon, Entendeur !

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in the hope that it leads somewhere

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I sometimes think that shame, mere awkward, senseless shame, does as much towards preventing good acts and straightforward happiness as any of our vices can do.

—C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed

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Heureuse de savoir que je vise juste

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trying not to imagine their motives

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you can tell who is the most patient by how much dust is on their head

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Ce petit interlude dans ma vie.