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.
$9.99
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 |
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.
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.”
It’s polite to ask but we all know, as my friend, you have no choice. Participation is mandatory.
When everyone goes around the table saying they're thankful for the amazing meal you smile internally because you're the one who cooked it.
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