No - no words. No words to describe it. Poetry! They should've sent a poet. So beautiful. So beautiful... I had no idea.
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- I enjoy ice water with lemon, negotiations, love songs, cold cereal, rock star parking spaces, making people pretty, old favorites, comfy jammies, peonies, sexy restaurants, Sunday NYTimes, constant friends and gardeners, secret trysts, singing, dancing, retail therapy, late night talks, Damien Rice, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening”, brunching with friends, good coffee, sad songs, home movies, PBS, moments alone, holidays, good news, a homemade blanket, sole control of the arm rest, fresh breath, touchable clothes, road trips, e.e.cummings, the first snow, giggling, French cuisine, hearing a good story, telling a good story, living a good story, comfort of lips you know, farmers markets, little things, laughing till your sides hurt, new magazines, books you can't put down, Cafe Rio Salad, schmancy hotels, surprises, 400+thread count sheets, new car smell, text messages, haiku, crocodile tears, raspberry ice tea, DVR, cookie dough ice cream, women of substance, May flowers, Summer rains, Autumn leaves, perfect snowflakes, witty banter, flip-flops, alliteration, fountain drinks, men in expensive suits, holding hands and getting slammed against walls in the best possible way.
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I don't know that I'd so much wear the scent of a sweaty muscly man...
But I'd think about keeping a bit for the pillow if it would help guarantee sweet dreams :0)
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