our dreams are made of real things, like a shoebox full of photographs.
slow down everyone, you're moving too fast.
there were so many fewer questions when stars were still just the holes to heaven...
it's as simple as something that nobody knows.
there is no combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard
if it seems like you are playing around and not practicing, that's when you know you really love it. -Jack Johnson
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