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She loved the pile of index cards, with loving messages printed on them. The poetry book with clouds on the cover. The buzz of the fridge. The quiet morning. The luminescent orchids. She loved how mellow it looked outside. Her thick socks.  Autumn. Sunlight. Aspen leaves.

 She loved the idea of molasses, maple syrup, honey; and the things you could make with their thick sweetness. In fact, she loved the idea of getting sticky and messy, and not caring. Mud, dirt, sweat, food, fluids from lovemaking. Wrestling in the mud. Soaking under a pounding waterfall.

 She loved the sharp intake of breath. The freshness in the winter air. When digital numbers came to 11:11. She loved coincidences, divine appointments, angels, faeries, vintage films.

 She loved the quiet. And escaping to a cabin in the woods for her birthday. She loved thoughtful messages. Kindness. Feeling loved and appreciated.

 She loved tarot, and aloe vera; peaches in summer, apples in winter.

 She loved not conforming and not fitting in (even though she complained about it sometimes.) Surprising people with unexpected understanding. Grace.

 She loved wide ceramic kitchen floor tiles. Witch's hazel, pine trees, starlight, paths, wild coyotes, red foxes. She loved loon calls, and lakes, and muddy cars, and road trips with no specific destination. And 1980's Ford pickup trucks with Navajo blankets on the seat.

 She loved crystals, plants, smiles, twinkles in eyes, sparkles on water.

 She loved travel, countries, people. Especially unconventional people and places.

 She loved wild, free, happy, real, whole, raw. She loved beauty, roses, black & white photographs. Painted fingernails, sometimes.

 She loved dance. Open spaces to dance in. Studios. And then kayaks, canoes, pineapples, jungles, and bamboo forests.

 She loved broccoli, kale, cherry tomatoes, lotus flowers, chocolate, sourdough bread, sauerkraut, and cottage cheese. She loved folding hot, clean laundry, and gazing outside. Vast open skies, golden grasslands, cows and horses, belonging, being known, standing out, and going unnoticed.

 She loved red grapes, books, time off, doing nothing, sitting and dreaming, riding horses, taking instagram pictures, dreaming up a storm.

 She loved love. Being in love. Loving. Being loved.

 She loved stardust, believing, magic, delight, awe, wonder. All the dreamers, and the ones who weren't afraid to dream wildly and fantastically, like her.

 She loved solitude, thought, prayer, silence. Nature, running water, river stones, trees moving in the wind, sunlight dancing, moss, wildflowers, and all things living and growing green.

 She loved life. All of it. Every gritty, gorgeous part of it.

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