Listen carefully, my dear. They say that you can hear the ocean through a seashell. The truth is, what you really hear, are the seas confessing their deepest, most mystifying secrets.
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Listen carefully, my dear. They say that you can hear the ocean through a seashell. The truth is, what you really hear, are the seas confessing their deepest, most mystifying secrets.
| Weight | .5 oz |
|---|---|
| Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
| Characteristic | Cream |
| Color | Pink |
The gentle crackle of the fire is the perfect background music as you snuggle under the blanket, crack open a good book and enjoy some hot cocoa, marshmallows floating on top of course.
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.”
The faint sound of carolers in the distances as you and a loved take an evening stroll through the park.
They've started counting. You scan the room until your eyes find his. Wanting to be together, you both hurry through the crowd. 3..2..1.. *cue fireworks*
“All done!” you used to shout to Grandpa, proud that you’d poured all the eggnog without a spill. He’d look down at you with a smile and remind you, “Don’t forget the Nutmeg.”
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