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We write our own stories
We live to live our dreams
It’s about meeting life in the middle.
Taking out your hand,
Picking the wild flowers
Acting on pure instinct
Surrendering to what is,
that cannot be changed.
To smile at strangers
& to always be kind.
Finding your wild,
Living it, breathing it.

Xo

Life

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Nothing that is lived is ever forgotten .
It pulls on the tides.
Stories & secrets
Your morning coffee
The stuff that make you feel safe & tingly inside.
The strings been weaved together,
The strings been pulled apart.
One by one.
Strand by strand.
It’s all smells so sweet in the air.
I feel safe,warm and fuzzy inside.

Xo