Here's to hearts on sleeves and chests and open hearts and bruised hearts and hearts in need of resuscitation. Here's to my heart, to your heart and to all hearts on this and every other day.
May your heart be open and loved and held near and dear.
Always and Sometimes Never . . . Experiences of the ever present and the inconsistent found in life and love and and architecture and food and a few, maybe every other, thing in between.
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love, love
xoxoxoxooxo
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