The smell of freshly made dark chocolates with raspberry centers. The smell of jet fuel. Fresh coffee. Pomegranate Noire. Melted ski wax. Whatever you like.
The view of a mountain peak through a break in storm clouds, glacier hanging suspended in cloud tendrils.
The smile of remembrance on the face of a loved one.Every morning. Every sunset—even hidden by clouds.
Living in a tent with antiques (Contributed by Shannon P. Gilligan)
A voice. A tone. A sound. Music--- a note or two or more. A challenge to overcome, create, accept, give up, give, believe.
Change in all its powerful, frightening mystery.
Possibility ---- and its companion Hope.
Passports and
airline tickets (how banal, but they work)And then………. (things)
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