My retreat was:
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| Napping in a colorful hammock |
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| Looking up while lying in said hammock |
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| Calm waters |
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| Eating dinner on the edge of a dock |
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| Soaking up the sun |
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| Watching VHS tapes |
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| Feeding my soul with real food |
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| Seeing the world through someone else's eyes |
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| Listening to more food for my soul |
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| Sitting in my dead grandaddy's rocking chair because I remember eating ice and M&M's with him in the little blue truck that I eventually totaled in my first wreck...and because he loved it here. |
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| Playing Angry Bird |
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