an ancient spiral; heading north from the river; your penthouse filled with orchids.
a magic boat; blowing away the cobwebs; the taste of fresh sunflower seeds.
right on the edge; meeting Isis in the rushes; dancing your heart out alone in the forest.
arriving at dawn; Cupid letting his arrow fly; stepping into the painting.
anticipation; sailing to Lesbos; being lowered into a cave of quartz crystal.
finding the priceless stamp; storm over the citadel; a circling yellow leaf.
your ship coming in; stopping for a picnic by the side of the road; riding a white horse with great wings.
a hinge with magic nails; napping in the apple orchard; taking a different way.
a windy dawn the morning of; a parade of planets and stars; entering an attic that no one has been in for a hundred years.
picking the right persimmon; the sound of violins coming from the woods; a thousand faces before you.
what was under the bark; lights of the town twinkling in the valley below; a good cry.
molten lava pouring into the sea; the flamenco dancer meeting your eyes; lights twinkling in the chalet.
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the light coming back; uncovering the secret; finding the highest nest.
chatting with a ghost; aloe in bloom; your roots growing deeper under the ground.
sliding down the rainbow; a field of wild ginger; wondering about the light flickering in the high turret.
red and white striped beach umbrellas; the alpacas grazing outside your bay windows; a tiny house in the heart of the forest.
the lighthouse still standing; opening your eyes and realizing it’s late in the morning; a small favor.
a pile of antique rugs laid out in the sunshine to dry; dressed only in peacock feathers; knowing that the question has to be answered.
the message from the ladybug basking on a seed pod; the sea bed roiling with pearls; the uncanny feeling that an admiring stranger is watching you.
sailing off to the Isle of Skye in a storm; entranced by the puppet show in the middle of the park; the sweetness of fresh honey.