171. Wavy potato chips.
172. Fluffy cushions on a hard dining room chair.
173. Shadow's sighs.
174. The brief respite from winter that seems to happen each year.
175. Pink sherbet skies at 7:23 a.m.
176. Friends who make soothing balm for your insanely cracked feet.
177. Harper Lee. (May she rest in peace.)
178. The color wheel.
179. Getting excited over words.
180. Littles that aren't so little anymore.
172. Fluffy cushions on a hard dining room chair.
173. Shadow's sighs.
174. The brief respite from winter that seems to happen each year.
175. Pink sherbet skies at 7:23 a.m.
176. Friends who make soothing balm for your insanely cracked feet.
177. Harper Lee. (May she rest in peace.)
178. The color wheel.
179. Getting excited over words.
180. Littles that aren't so little anymore.
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