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"The heart has reasons that reason doesn't understand"
all i need
At Her Fingertips--A three part series
Call it what you want
Chasing a 60 second dream
Fathers
Food for Naught
In your eyes, love, it glows*
Like a rolling stone...
Marilyn Monroe was a size 12 in 1952
My Neighborhood
My own 25
Pencil marks, chocolate smudges, and battered dustjackets
the kitchen
Some Kind of Story
Some things are best left between a girl and her heart*
Sometimes...
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I sing the songs of the glory of you
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Some Kind of Story, Part Three
Some Kind of Story, Part Two
Some Kind of Story, Part One
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7.10.2010
Some Kind of Story, Part Three
And though playing it safe was comfortable.
And easy.
Most of the time,
She still craved that sense of recklessness.
The unexpected, the spontaneous.
The untested waters.
And though new things made her a bit uneasy,
the uneasiness was not always a bad thing.
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love letters from a hopeless romantic
"True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person, perfectly." -Jason Jordan
things that inspire me...
From the Mind of Katie
everything is most precious while sleeping
4 years ago
Flavors of the Umpqua
My Best Blackberry Pie
6 years ago
AC/DC
sometimes you go on vacation and have a baby.
9 years ago
I don't know if life is greater than death, but love was more than either...
10 years ago
Anemone
Recap
10 years ago
The Dassler Family
June 29 2011
13 years ago
The Beginning of Blue January...
The best
13 years ago
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