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.
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.
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.
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.
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