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I imagine death like swimming in the ocean. The waves coming at you, crashing on you, and it's quick. But you feel the pain for a minute. You feel the fear for a minute. You feel the pressure of the world coming down on you, and then it's over. You're just swimming, floating. The water is so deep and blue but if you look down you can see your toes. And you can float on the water.. you never could before. There is no one around and it's silence except the sound of crashing waves in the distance. No one calling your name. No one swimming next to you. You're alone and it's okay. Things are okay. You don't feel like you did before, but you feel new. You feel alive.
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“Transitioning into colder temperatures can be tricky, so I like to play it safe by having an extra layer with me at all times. Since it’s still on the warmer side here in LA, I am rocking sandals, but this works just as easily with a great pair of boots and tights if you need the extra weather protection.”- Julianne Hough.
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I think it’s important to be happy before you can make anybody else happy.
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