The happiest moments of my life have always been breathless ones.
Running outside, laughing, stumbling, falling winded to the ground.
My hair is totally windswept and witchy-looking, but it still feels beautiful.
There’s dirt in my shoes for a second and someone to lean on as I dump it out.
I haven’t felt that way in a long time. You can’t really create those moments.
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