The small, white rabbit that lives in the woods behind my house hopped across my backyard this morning, stopping for a moment to look at me before disappearing into the bushes, a magical and unexpected encounter.
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Coffee and kindness.
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Memories are just ghosts we choose to keep close, gentle reminders of where we’ve been and who we’ve loved.
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