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I love sneakers with no socks*. My feet don't smell. I'm blessed like that.

I also love walking to the park and drinking tea and eating ice cream. And sudden gusts of wind in the springtime. I'm soaking it all up because spring lasts about a week in Texas. I broke a sweat today during a brisk walk so...the end is near.

I don't love dirty kitchens. Or gossip.

I do love Jane Austen novels.

And I love the market at Union Square. And book stores.

I love bread and chocolate and cheese and wine and coffee.

I believed Peter Pan was real for a long time. Alas, "All children grow up except one."

I still love Peter Pan.

I love the word "gumption". Every time I hear it I think, "I want somma that."

I want to see a blue whale so bad.

I wonder what it'd be like to be short.

I wonder why I don't like tomatoes.

Oh! Speaking of vegetables, my dad tilled for our garden tonight while I was out. I can't wait to live off the land.

I love the land.

One day I will go into the land.

Ahhhh...alright. That's enough.

*Apparently on first round I wrote: "I love wearing sneakers with no shoes." My ever present mistake-pointer-outer sister** texted me about it, so I changed it. But I thought I'd go full disclosure here. Cause that's pretty funny.

**I mean that in a good way. Foot note in a foot note!