The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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I search for summer in every corner of september.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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