siggis icelandic yogurt for dessert. vance joy forever reminding me of the week we first met. the warmth of a cappuccino between my hands on a cold spring day. memory of that cottage we spotted in nashville, and the dream of reading paperbacks on the porch and filling it with music and dinner parties and babies. the way light streams into the treehouse at four in the afternoon. magic.
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