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Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.
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Expiration date is not required, only if you want the note to magically disappear.
A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
He trudged down the soggy, muddy winter lane in search of the rusty metal bird where he planned to tie his single-word sentence “Why?” where it would flutter in the desolate winter breeze like a lonely prayer flag high in the Himalayas, but then he stopped to pick up a ragged scrap of paper he spotted on the bridge over Whiskey River and, after he read it, he took out his pen, changed his note to read “Why not?” and hung it respectfully on the bird, walking away with renewed spring in his step.
As the evening breeze stirred Dalia’s hair and whipped the edge of her sarong around her legs, she looked around and thought “well, it’s an empty street and it’s very dark anyway…”
The breeze on your skin.
There are probably no lyrics left to be written about a warm sunny day, with a cool, gentle breeze, but I hope someone gives it a try.
The breeze that tumbles through the gum-trees after an extended and early heatwave is a gentle and overwhelming attack on all the senses.
A warm, summer day with a delightfully cool breeze, the birds are singing and the flowers are riotous; it’s Christmas.
Gentle summer breezes playing with long wavy hair.
Enormous cut of meat, slight breeze, friends on their way—it’s going to be a great day.
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