it's sprung. the sun is communal and emboldens us to collectively bask in a warmth of environment and attitude. love is abound on days when we're not separated by layers of fabric and chill.
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| a hidden canoe keeper patiently waits for his crew. |
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| families stand still side by side. |
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| lovers sit in twos and the green grass grows all around, all around, and the green grass grows all around. |
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| and poor pushkin's head is too heavy. |
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in class the other day, our instructor said something that i gravitated towards: in relationships people must give and take in love, but also in anger. in either case, we must express ourselves with respect and thoughtful clarity so as not to diminish every opportunity to grow together in understanding--in a manner that upholds existence.
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i really love flowers. i always have, but over time i'd begun to associated them with some cause for special occasion or gratitude. a handful of times though, i received them just because. the orchestration of finding a single rose on your car seat or an arrangement on your doorstep means a series of thoughts about you culminate into something beautiful and delicate. it'd be hard not to glow in the radiance of having someone appreciate you that much.
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