morning toast
the words “archery” and “acrid”
black cherries
summer storm clouds
old photographs
the sound of crows
purple roses
the time — 11:11
wooden boxes
postcards
silver bracelets
long good-byes
campfires
dreams of flying
used book stores
windy nights
chocolate
an old pair of jeans
pencil cases
helvetica and garamond
spanishwoods 
The smell of a forest in summer, after the rain.. Baking bread and fresh coffee 🙂
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Oh yes.
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What do you know about 11:11? In my blog- About is my email, please reply!
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I have no idea what you mean. I like the time, 11:11. It’s that random.
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I also love when it’s 11:11 — time to make a wish 🙂
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Exactly.
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great post 🙂
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Thank you!
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