The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWith each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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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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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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