Photographs in unexpected places- between the pages of inherited books, in lockets, hiding under a mattress. Sliding into a dress that was once worn for a very important occasion. Hand-painted tiles. The slow moving air of uninhabited places. Seeing the smile of someone that you have cared about immensely. Replacing the laces on an old pair of shoes. Discovering a letter that you never got around to sending. Sandalwood soap.
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things that make me love Sundays -- waking up and watching the sun-curtain-reflection patterns on the ceiling; drinking from a clay mug, no metallic taste of travel cups; stacks of weekend newspapers; noticing the color of trees. everything slowly: time to taste brown sugar and thick coffee tinged with milk; time to read this, time to linger.
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