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@tree_magic 🧡 Painted soul | collector of golden hour moments | Kindness, love and the little things 💫 cats ✨ dogs too 🥰

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•Enjoy what’s in front of you every day, because life is made from memories, and the sunsets never look as good in pictures, and your eyes look more blue in person, and there’s nothing the sun can’t heal if you let it. 🌻🌻🌻•Endless summer 🏖| France•
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• Enjoy what’s in front of you every day, because life is made from memories, and the sunsets never look as good in pictures, and your eyes look more blue in person, and there’s nothing the sun can’t heal if you let it. 🌻🌻🌻 • Endless summer 🏖| France •

July 2019
•So here’s a cute lil’ exercise to take a moment to take a step back from your life and reflect. Just comment something good that happened to you today, this week, this month, or even this year. Go through the comments and read everyone else’s. Feel free to comment or respond to other people’s comments. Spread a little positivity 🦋💕🌸•I went to this cute little French town, met some lovely people from Canada, had dinner together, ordered a glass of wine. Cheers to life 👗☀️•
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• So here’s a cute lil’ exercise to take a moment to take a step back from your life and reflect. Just comment something good that happened to you today, this week, this month, or even this year. Go through the comments and read everyone else’s. Feel free to comment or respond to other people’s comments. Spread a little positivity 🦋💕🌸 • I went to this cute little French town, met some lovely people from Canada, had dinner together, ordered a glass of wine. Cheers to life 👗☀️ •

July 2019
•I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. Charles Bukowski•Chasing light | 🦋•
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• I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again. Charles Bukowski • Chasing light | 🦋 •

July 2019
•If you ever find yourself empty from something you cannot know or name, find a stretch of ocean, a field, or mountainside, or even clouds, or trees. Because there are 1000 simple ways to fill your tired soul so you can remember how to be, how to see, and most importantly, how to breathe.Victoria Erickson•Wildflowers 😍😍😍•
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• If you ever find yourself empty from something you cannot know or name, find a stretch of ocean, a field, or mountainside, or even clouds, or trees. Because there are 1000 simple ways to fill your tired soul so you can remember how to be, how to see, and most importantly, how to breathe. Victoria Erickson • Wildflowers 😍😍😍 •

June 2019
•A list of random and unrelated things to remember:-Time heals.-Mountain winds sound exactly like ocean waves.-You are worth everything now.-Walls can be destroyed.-The sun always rises (and is always beautiful)-Children know the answers.-There is music in everything.-Logic doesn’t produce magic.-Somewhere somebody loves you.-You don’t need to choose mediocre when fire exists.-The moon orchestrates our nights and tides.-Trees can grow through rock.-Your heart expands when it’s broken.-You should do it now.Victoria Erickson•Have a great summery weekend 🌸🏖☀️🍦•
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• A list of random and unrelated things to remember: -Time heals. -Mountain winds sound exactly like ocean waves. -You are worth everything now. -Walls can be destroyed. -The sun always rises (and is always beautiful) -Children know the answers. -There is music in everything. -Logic doesn’t produce magic. -Somewhere somebody loves you. -You don’t need to choose mediocre when fire exists. -The moon orchestrates our nights and tides. -Trees can grow through rock. -Your heart expands when it’s broken. -You should do it now. Victoria Erickson • Have a great summery weekend 🌸🏖☀️🍦 •

June 2019
•Sunrises and sunsets are a beautiful reminder that the day can start and end beautifully. The in-between is up to you. 💕🌸☀️•
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• Sunrises and sunsets are a beautiful reminder that the day can start and end beautifully. The in-between is up to you. 💕🌸☀️ •

June 2019
•Heaven, I’m in heaven•Happy midsummer ☀️🌼•
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• Heaven, I’m in heaven • Happy midsummer ☀️🌼 •

June 2019
•I can only connect deeply, or not at all. ~ Anais Nin•Loving that pink sky and those little fluffy clouds 💕•
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• I can only connect deeply, or not at all. ~ Anais Nin • Loving that pink sky and those little fluffy clouds 💕 •

June 2019
•A mind full of wildflowers, dark forests and roads not taken.•
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• A mind full of wildflowers, dark forests and roads not taken. •

June 2019
What i wantIs music.Greenery. Freedom.Soft fabrics,Soft weather,Soft soil.The immense gritof wolves.The wild graceof horses.Dreams that listen.Waters that soothe.Love & friendship that’s sure.Limitlessness that grows.Hope that remains.Victoria Erickson•Much love 💕•
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What i want Is music. Greenery. Freedom. Soft fabrics, Soft weather, Soft soil. The immense grit of wolves. The wild grace of horses. Dreams that listen. Waters that soothe. Love & friendship that’s sure. Limitlessness that grows. Hope that remains. Victoria Erickson • Much love 💕 •

June 2019
Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. So I suppose, from their point of view, it’s reasonable that my friends say: what foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds again.But it’s not. Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it — the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise.Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings•Happy first day of May | there’s nothing wrong with having your head in the clouds sometimes 😊•
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Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. So I suppose, from their point of view, it’s reasonable that my friends say: what foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds again. But it’s not. Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it — the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise. Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings • Happy first day of May | there’s nothing wrong with having your head in the clouds sometimes 😊 •

May 2019
• Rather than fearfully shutting down your sensitivity, dive in deeper into all possible feeling. As you expand, keep only those who are not afraid of oceans ~ Victoria Erickson•Have a fantastic weekend 🌸🌸😍•
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• Rather than fearfully shutting down your sensitivity, dive in deeper into all possible feeling. As you expand, keep only those who are not afraid of oceans ~ Victoria Erickson • Have a fantastic weekend 🌸🌸😍 •

April 2019
•Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable. ~ Mary Oliver•All I see is light and magic | November•
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• Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable. ~ Mary Oliver • All I see is light and magic | November •

November 2018
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November 2018
•I thought the earth remembered me,she took me back so tenderly,arranging her dark skirts, her pocketsfull of lichens and seeds.I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,nothing between me and the white fire of the starsbut my thoughts, and they floated light as mothsamong the branches of the perfect trees.All night I heard the small kingdomsbreathing around me, the insects,and the birds who do their work in the darkness.All night I rose and fell, as if in water,grappling with a luminous doom. By morningI had vanished at least a dozen timesinto something better.Mary Oliver•Fall has arrived ✨🍂🍁| have a fantastic weekend ... •
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• I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better. Mary Oliver • Fall has arrived ✨🍂🍁| have a fantastic weekend ... •

October 2018
•‘I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.’ ~ Mary Oliver•Like fallen leaves have wings 🍂•
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• ‘I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.’ ~ Mary Oliver • Like fallen leaves have wings 🍂 •

October 2018
•You, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house-- , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-- you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening... rainer maria rilke•Autumn evening light | october 🍂•
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• You, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house-- , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-- you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening... rainer maria rilke • Autumn evening light | october 🍂 •

October 2018
•Paradise has never been about places.It exists in moments. In connextion. In flashes across time.Victoria Erickson•Love as always 💜 | have a great day ✨•
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• Paradise has never been about places. It exists in moments. In connextion. In flashes across time. Victoria Erickson • Love as always 💜 | have a great day ✨ •

September 2018
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