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This song plays in the background of my head during the moments Logan really shows up for me and makes me feel loved. Her voice is one of old, this song sounds like something you would hear on one of your grandparents records.

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Another song that plays in my head with Logan all the time. I really hope this is the man I’m going to marry.

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Pillsbury State Park. Where I go camping every year.

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Pillsbury State Park. Where I go camping every year.

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Me & Pete my best friends son on his 5h birthday out for Ice Cream at our local haunt A. C. Petersons

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Sunset on Butterfield Pond in Washington New Hampshire

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Sarah Frances on Instagram: "Sunsets on Butterfiled Pond.

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1 likes, 0 comments - sarahinwonderland5 on July 25, 2024: "Sunsets on Butterfiled Pond.

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His voice is haunting his words are beautiful

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One of my idols with one of my favorite creatures

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Into the world of Sharks with Ocean Ramsey

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I hope to one day know what it feels like to not want your touch

To not wonder if I cross your mind

To not ache at the thought of you

I wonder if the raging fire you left will ever go out

As if a wildfire is coursing through my body to all my extremities just long enough for new growth to begin once it returns

I miss you

Your touch

Your sent

The way you made me question if I would ever be enough after giving me love so quickly and ripping it away before I could even reach cloud 9

I live my life like I don’t think of you much

Like you don’t cross my mind every day

But you do

And you will

Sarah Frances

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I love the look of airports at night.

The way all the warning signs look like Christmas lights

And how all the planes act like trains plowing through the snow

The flashing lights reflecting off puddles of rain.

The coming and going

The family, the friends.

The beginnings and ends.

Sarah Frances

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I fell slowly then all at once

I waited

But it got to the point I couldn’t stand to not have your lips on mine

I didn’t want to go another day without knowing how your kiss tasted

I’ve never felt so safe

I’ve never felt so sure

I’ve never seen my future so clear in my life

And now that I know a life with you

I don’t want to know a single sunrise where I’m not your girl

The darkest days are so much brighter by your side.

Slowly then all at once

That’s how I love you

That’s how I knew

Sarah Frances

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The first city I fell in love with, Cuzco Peru. When I was 19, I studied abroad in Peru for 2 months, 3 weeks in the amazon and 5 weeks in Cuzco. This picture makes me feel the same way I do when driving through my hometown, nostalgic. I know where the street breaks and avenida del sol starts, I know that if you keep walking straight here you get to the hidden market and just past it is San Pedro, my house up the hill towards the right. This relates to love to me because this is where I found my love of travel, it was my solo travel and my first time out of the country. one of the posts on here is one I wrote on my last study abroad. I have been looking at the love of travel and how love and travel relates to love a lot this semester.

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“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.”
― Anthony Bourdain

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There is so much I could say about this man. I am not one to fan girl, I don’t care about celebrities, but this man isn't a celebrity, he's more than that and not that at all really. He was an icon and represented a way of a life and a class of people that are often overlooked. This man was one with a fragile deeply feeling heart who wanted to explore the world, its foods, flavors, and cultures. He is my idol, my religion, and everything I hold dear in this world. Those things are loving thy neighbor, taste, adventure, risk and reward, being unapologetically yourself. This man was love in so many ways and he loved the world in the same way I do. This quote really sums that up and I think it ties together a lot of the other posts here. Whether it’s in Cuzco, New Hampshire, the US or far far way love is found in the smallest ways in the oddest places.

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There is something so special about walking to the fish market in Maine just to see the daily catch. if you get there early enough you feel the hustle and bustle of the local restaurants coming to look at what's fresh. picking out the best live Maine lobsters around, the smell of fresh fish as you approach. This is love because it's love of the sea, love of food, cooking, culture travel.