Painterly apple skins.
The smell of jasmine flowers in the heat.
Ice.
Coming out of a class and getting to spend the rest of the night with someone I love.
Bottled water.
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I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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