The air was cool and the breeze light and the room glow by candlelight as the sweet sound of jazz takes me back to a time of bliss that could never be forgotten.
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The air was cool and the breeze light and the room glow by candlelight as the sweet sound of jazz takes me back to a time of bliss that could never be forgotten.
| Weight | 0.5 oz |
|---|---|
| Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
| Characteristic | Cream |
| Color | Pink |
Walking into the club with your girls, there’s a silent agreement among you that on the way to the bar you’re all going to slay. You can’t simply walk in a color this fierce. You have to strut.
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.
Swaying in your man’s arms as the jukebox fills your favorite dive bar with the sound of Elvis Presley's voice. There’s no way anyone could feel sad in this holiday blue.
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.
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.”
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