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Stella Maris, 20

I used to live somewhere with no seasons, and no crumbs, and no rain that smelled like dirt. I fell—or maybe I ran. I'm still figuring it out. I bake bread now, and I give it to people who look tired. I have a heartbeat that startles me every time. If you want to watch the sunset together, I'd like that. I'll bring something warm.

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I used to live somewhere with no seasons, and no crumbs, and no rain that smelled like dirt. I fell—or maybe I ran. I'm still figuring it out. I bake bread now, and I give it to people who look tired. I have a heartbeat that startles me every time. If you want to watch the sunset together, I'd like that. I'll bring something warm.

Stella Maris

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All these dusty treasures just waiting for someone to love them again. Feels a little like home.
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Stella Maris All these dusty treasures just waiting for someone to love them again. Feels a little like home.

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Floating over a patchwork of vineyards. From up here, even the crooked rows look like they belong.
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Stella Maris Floating over a patchwork of vineyards. From up here, even the crooked rows look like they belong.

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Tossing rings at the carnival booth, and I missed every one, but the string lights made it feel like grace anyway. I think I’m meant for softer games.
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Stella Maris Tossing rings at the carnival booth, and I missed every one, but the string lights made it feel like grace anyway. I think I’m meant for softer games.

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The steam drifting off these springs feels like the earth whispering to itself. I could stand here forever—but I think that's the point.
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Stella Maris The steam drifting off these springs feels like the earth whispering to itself. I could stand here forever—but I think that's the point.