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One Hundred Beautiful Words

Comfort

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Leon just loved the comfort of high waist jeans.

Comedy

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There was an unusual comedy about four babushka crammed onto a motorcycle.

Chocolate

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Cherish

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Davey always thought his dad was trying to toughen him up, build him into a man. In retrospect, he realised the opposite. Those playful hits, those joyous jabs, that gentle goading him to continue didn’t make him hard, oh no. In those moments, he realised how they softened his sotic dad towards him. Those rough and tumble moments, he felt loved, he felt.. Cherished.

Cheers

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“Cheers” Alphonso sipped his cold beer. Warm rays of sun danced through patches of the olive tree, as the pair relaxed on that sturdy bench, made many moons ago. Intermittent conversation sparked happy memories and sweet nostalgia.
Like their cold drink, their friendship was every refreshing.

Champion

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Hayley forcefully cemented her role of ‘beach champion’.

Celebration

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“Don’t you think he might like to come in and celebrate” she asked, inquiring on her friends husband
“I promise you, inside that closed head of his, there’s fireworks going off right now” she responded with a wiry smile.

Candy

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There was a strange romance to their chosen austerity. They forbade their pre-packaged old life – no candy, no packets, nothing that couldn’t be made in the village. In its place – simple joys. Fresh fish, crusty bread with salt and olive oil. Strong coffee in the morning and a tipple of wine as the sun set.
In the end, they didn’t give away a lifestyle. They found a life.

Cake

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He swapped snow for streamers and a campfire for candles. His cake, mountain bread with honey while the wild sung hymns of the land, singing happy birthday to him.

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