It’s like this: soft starlight & singing secrets, a hope held aloft like a lantern— fireflies weaving through the dark, bright bits of maybe tethered to only the sky. Want has a curious face & nimble fingers, & everything is possible, but when, & how, & how much— to ask for more? #TinyPoem

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Dead Poets Society (1989) Director: Peter Weir

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One of my favorite things right now are the Scottish putting traffic cones all over the statues in Boston.

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Good afternoon everyone. It's 15c here with sunny spells. I'm enjoying my streetwatch & having a relaxing Sunday. Sunday thoughts: a beautiful Sunday to a wonderful friend. May your day be filled with positive Sunday vibes & endless laughter.

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