She Lives The Poetry She Cannot Write winter inhale the fresh air

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Whoever said ‘it’s possible to have too much of a good thing’ has surely never had pumpkin spice

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She Lives The Poetry She Cannot Write winter inhale the fresh air"She lives the poetry she cannot write." When I think about living a poetic life, I think about making the mundane and ordinary of the everyday special. I believe the best way to do this is with full presence, living in the moment. I'm guilty of trying to document moments to share over fully immersing myself in them. This print reminds me to put the phone down and tune my heart to the poetry happening all around me, even if just a moment to sip a hot