I cannot put into words what this past year has meant to me.
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Curled blossoms. Whipped beets. Prosecco bubbles. Cardamom sweets
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Into the briar patch down the rabbit hole.
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The flakes they flicker they reflect the light.
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Rose buds above the table adorned, fruitful love.
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Underneath the Cold Moon Light…
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Getting into the Spirit of things...
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Air was as it should be. Light, whimsical and dreamy.
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Oh what a night of pure delight. Fire was as it should be…
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We as a community are the true definition of water, both chaotic and calm.
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