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I see my pretty little red dress hanging in my wardrobe, reminding me of the few (and far in-between) “wow” moments. It has not been picked up for a while now- not because there wasn’t an occasion to wear it, but because it’s a high demand relationship with my little red dress.
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I completely and utterly agree with what you said about letters. There is something quite magical about the receiving of a letter. Wondering who it is from, and when you’ve guess that, or worked it out from the handwriting, wondering what is inside. 186 more words