For a moment we felt like little kids again.
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it comes and goes (in waves)
FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT:
a la belle étoile (ä-lä-bel-ā-twȧ):
French Term. 'under the beautiful star'; in the open air at night.
FUTURE POSTCARDS FROM FARAWAY
HE WHO ENJOYS DOING AND ENJOYS WHAT HE HAS DONE IS HAPPY
-family and friends
-traveling
-learning languages
-yoga, running, and rock climbing
-summer
-rain that smells like cement
-the color yellow
-giant libraries full of books
-dancing
-college
-pineapples
-pineapples
-boots and scarves
-diversity
-slurpees
-mosaics
-airports
-photos and music
-clever/witty banter
-the sound of folk and acoustic instruments
-swimming in the ocean
-eating
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MUSIC WASHES AWAY FROM THE SOUL THE DUST OF EVERYDAY LIFE
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