Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
TOTAL: $89.90
TOTAL: $89.90
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Skimming through an old diary you land on page with a memory so clear it might as well be a picture. “Dear Diary, September 7, 2006…he kissed me.”
| Weight | 0.5 oz |
|---|---|
| Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
| Color | Neutral, Pink |
| Characteristic | Cream |
Clinging to your scarf as you shiver your buns off, you can’t help but wonder how you, a southern girl, managed to be up north for the winter.
The kids can have the costumes. You and your friends are too busy working towards sugar-induced commas on the couch for a scary movie night.
As you sit in the audience with all the other proud parents you cant help but drift back to your ballet debut. Once a sugar plum fairy, always a sugar plum fairy.
Dancing it out in the first snowfall of the season because there’s nothing better than wintertime.
10 PM. That was pretty late for a five year old. But there you were, every year, with all your siblings fighting a loosing battle against sleep. All so you could catch a glimpse of the man himself.
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