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The Story of the Sky

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The Story of the Sky At the end of a long, hard day you know you are graced with the ability to view the blue satin that veils our world. With a single tilt of the head, your eyes can explore the night’s sky. Venture through its darkness, towards the pinpricks of light that are scattered across it. Like glitter glue smeared across a dark canvas. Your eyes gloss over the sky, skimming through the constellations that stud it.   Aquila. Auriga. Carina. Each one proclaiming tales of strength, hope and adventure. Stories that are age-old and eternally weaved into the fabrics of our universe. In this sense, the sky is a novel, with short stories interwoven between its sapphire covers. Anyone can read this book if they so choose, with a simple alteration to their posture. It’s full of words you’ve read thousands of times yet seem different and more magical each time you bend the spine... You’ve read the story of the moon and its rocky craters. How it orbits the Ear
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Sitting in a Coffee Shop

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Sitting in a Coffee Shop Joy is the gentle chime of the bell above the door signaling your arrival at this safe haven.  Nothing bad happens here. It's a meeting point for old friends, catching up after years of being apart. It is a welcome interlude in the hectic, monotonous days of working people.  But to you, it's a secluded section of Heaven, isolated on Earth for your enjoyment. As you walk through the door, the invigorating aroma of coffee hits you like a wall, immediately evicting the scents of the streets that had previously plagued you. A quick sweep of the eyes reveals the same, comforting scene that greets you everyday... The chalkboard-walls offer an extensive array of delectable delights, eager to entice you with Italian designations. These walls regimentally encase the soft wooden floor that will cushion each step you will soon make towards the counter. Above this, sway the vintage, hanging light bulbs. With a single flick of a switch,
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Noses: Body Positivity

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Noses: Body Positivity: If I had a pound for every time I heard someone say, "I don't like my nose", I'd be rich. For some incomprehensible reason, we all seem to target and batter our noses and I can't understand why. I love the way your nose can alter the entirety of your face. The way it widens when you smile. The way it wrinkles when you laugh. The way your nostrils flare when you let out a contented sigh. I love the way everyone's nose is different. Some are smaller. Some are bigger. Some are freckled. Some are sloped. Some have ridges. Some have points. But they're all beautiful. It's with your nose you smell the scent of the freshly-made goods, rising in the oven, soon to fill your gaping hunger with their delectable tastes. The zingy fragrance of citrus cakes. The invigorating aroma of coffee-infused bakes. The sweet, floury scents submerge the room, tainting the walls and fabrics, making your stomach rumble in glee as the tim
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First Days Of Summer

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The First Days of Summer Joy is when the sun breaks the spring sky with an awning of glorious blue. In an instant the world is lighter. Brighter. Gone are the long, dark days of winter. Gone are the unpredictable spring mornings. They've been replaced, painted over in a palette a vibrant yellows, blues and greens. Summer is here. And it greets you with fields of flowers that dust the world with their beautiful aroma. They grace your eyes with their delicate petals and fill your heart with warmth. To walk through these seas of colour, is to enter another dimension. One of peace and joy. You spend the elongated evenings lounging in the lingering patches of golden light. The heat dances across your skin, melting away the shadows left by the previous seasons.  You feel safe and cosy in this welcome embrace and even as the sun begins to set you are left with a sense of harmony - at one with the world. Sandwiched between the long, beach days
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Curling up With a Good Book

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Curling Up With a Good Book: Joy is sinking into the welcoming cocoon of cloud-soft pillows beneath you and opening the weathered, wrinkled spine of your favourite book. The dog eared pages and smudged words bearing the effects of love. It's to allow the beautiful thoughts and dream of another to become your own, to allow them to become the beginning and end of your thoughts, an infinite expanse for you to explore. The words lift from the page and engulf you, blocking out reality. In this moment, the only world that exists is the one that you hold in your hands and that world becomes yours... You venture across a dusty plain, a lone cactus being the only bystander to your escapades. Bulging beneath you, lie the sturdy muscles of the lionhearted stallion you ride, they surge with adrenaline, fighting your control to dust away the cobwebs and regain their former glory. With one, marginal nudge of your golden spurs, you're off. Trigger-gun... Racing across th
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A Beach Walk

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A Beach Walk Joy is the liberation of kicking away the rubber soles of your flip-flops and plunging your feet into the sun-warmed sand. Each grain enveloping your worn feet with a soft caress. It's to implore the curious gazes of the soaring seagulls who rule the skies. These skies veil the blue expanse which pervades your vision, becoming the beginning and end of your thoughts. The rest of the world melts away beneath the heat of the molten sun. Nothing else exists in this perfect moment but the you, the sea and the sun, whose rays delicately dance across the stage of waves, orchestrating a ballet of light. The tutus of foam crest the waves, driving them towards your feet, like a herd of cloud-formed stallions. They trot around your ankles and the hardships of the day sizzle away with the light, bonfire-like crackle of the foam. You feel instantly refreshed... The water carries away your burdens and buries them as a shipwreck be
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