It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNShe breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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