virgin grass
a flock of birds in the sky
flower buds
music, loud in my ears
a long sleeve t-shirt
old photographs
cotton balls
dancers moving in sync
sound of buttons clicking on a keyboard
sleeping in
green, almost every shade
flip flops
down comforter
hope
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the smell of java in the morning
popcorn clouds
laughter
hopscotch
skipping stones
belting out the tunes while driving
surprises
etc.
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