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Garance, la mer opale. Can I all redirect you over here. Wordpress was being too restrictive for me, design-wise and hence I decided to switch to Blogger. I would love it if you would follow me over there and happy holidays everybody! Have a wonderful feast! December 24, 2012. 8220;I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls. Please credit if you use! Clothes that.

I think writing just needs better writers, period. I write about what I know. Which in my mind is where good writing comes from.

Happy moodlings, artsying and things that I cherish. Sunday, 13 May 2012. I could come back and dig it up and remember. A memory, a love, a word, a promise, a smell, a treasure.

Wednesday, January 11, 2017. Justin and I settled into our new place a few months ago, and while it is a bit bare, a bit hand-me-down, a bit too white on the walls, I love it anyway.