Wild hearts can't be tamed.
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The smell of pine needles from a fresh-cut Christmas tree (even in the middle of summer, at a farmers’ market) brings back memories of childhood winters—cozy fires, hot cocoa, and laughter that echoed through the house.
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I’m learning to laugh at my mistakes, like when I burned toast or got lost on a familiar street; they’re just stories to tell later.
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