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Sunbeams danced across the duvet, slowly warming her face. The light behind her eyes, a gentle nudge to greet a new morning.

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Dara + Odin

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brown-eyed beauties

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"Medium oat milk latte!" Dara reached for the cup until -- oh no. It was him. The rude, always-on-his-phone, guy from yesterday reaching for her latte. "Hey, that's mine!" they blurted simultaneously. They argued over whose drink it belonged to as they barista raised an eyebrow. Less than a minute later, in the most nonchalant tone, the barista called again, "Medium oat milk latte!" Dara's face burned. The man looked at the two identical drinks on the bar then back at Dara, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. He gestured to the first latte, "I'm sorry, miss. You were right."

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Dara didn't rush. Not usually. She always gave herself enough time in the morning to stop by the coffee shop to pick up her department's coffee orders. But that morning, Odin's little bathroom accident had been the first domino of delays. Rushing into the coffee shop, she collided with a hard body, sending his hot coffee all over his crisp button-down shirt. "I'm so sorry, sir, I --" He cut her off, a snarl twisting his handsome features. "Watch where you're going next time." He snatched a napkin from a nearby table, dabbing ineffectively at the stain, while barking into his phone, "Sorry about that. Day's just started and someone's already ruined my morning."

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The cozy cottage on the beach buzzed with gossip and laughter. Selma, Lux, Joey, and Dara sat in the kitchen, counters overflowing with a slightly-too-brown turkey, lumpy mashed potatoes, and a questionably gray gravy. "You're no Carmy or Sydney," Selma referenced one of their favorite shows as she dug into the potatoes, "but I'm thankful you put so much love into these dishes." A warmth bloomed in Dara's chest. Maybe she was no budding home cook, but surrounded by her chosen family, she wouldn't have traded this Friendsgiving for a five-star meal.

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De-stress, decompress

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Dara's stomach lurched as Mr. Whitaker barked, "These briefs are late! Dara! Clients are breathing down my neck." Shame burned her cheeks. She was a perfectionist and her attention to detail and efficiency were her badges of honor. Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders. "Mr. Whitaker, with all due respect, the associates requested these files just yesterday with specific formatting; and, still, I completed them within the timeframe they provided." A surprised silence followed. Her boss studied her, then sighed. "My apologies, Dara. You're right. Keep up the excellent work."

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(in love with these new templates from @windslar)

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Pinning new memories

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The first days of Fall

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Dara ran some errands in Sable Square and stopped by Selma's house. Sipping her freshly squeezed (and spiked) lemonade, she confessed, "Dating is terrifying." Selma, who was no stranger to the world of dating, squeezed her hand. "But, babe, you're amazing once someone gets to know you! You keep to yourself, bury your nose in a book, and scurry away the moment some guy makes eye contact. You don't exactly make yourself look approachable." Dara sighed. "I guess you're right."

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The rhythmic crash of waves was the only soundtrack to her fifth Gatsby rereading. Sun-warmed sand, the salty tang in the air – it was her paradise on earth. Suddenly, Odin launched into a flurry of barks, running down to the shoreline. Startled, Dara looked up to find the source of his excitement – a lone figure navigating a small boat toward the docks. A man, his face obscured by distance, grinned and waved sheepishly. Dara waved back, a smile spreading across her face. For once, reality became a touch more interesting than the pages of her novels.

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After releasing my first collection of UI-ish templates and widgets, I found myself making more during the process of editing my posts. I'd planned on keeping this one around the same size as the previous one, but the longer it took me to properly label and organize my layers, the more I added to the file. So now we're here at like 40-ish templates (and a few even have a hidden version).

[CLICK FOR BIGGER!]

Like my previous collection, I designed this to be a "workspace" or "canvas" from which you can just pull whatever template you need. Each template is labeled and organized into folders so you'll know exactly which layers you need for your screenshot.

Tips on how to use these can be found in the original post as well as this google doc tutorial .

Font used is Helvetihand TS4 icons - L'Universims, TheSimKid, deathbypufferfish, w-sims, Tutorial on how to extract icons

TOU: Feel free to use and edit as you wish but please don't reupload and claim as your own. If someone asks where they're from, please link to this post.

DOWNLOAD FOLDER (SFS)

Windslar Collection 2.0 (91.5mb) If you prefer a less overwhelming version, I also divided this file into two parts. You can find it (as well as the first PSD collection) in the download folder.

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JUNE 1st, 4PM EST. She's all queued up and now my eyes are taking a well-deserved break from Photoshop! GOOD NIGHT, SIMBLR!

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Daily catch-up with Miss Dara