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.”
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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.”
Weight | 0.5 oz |
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Dimensions | 1.125 × 1.125 × 3 in |
Color | Neutral, Pink |
Characteristic | Cream |
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.
The faint sound of carolers in the distances as you and a loved take an evening stroll through the park.
Dancing it out in the first snowfall of the season because there’s nothing better than wintertime.
“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.”
What your oversized shades don’t cover, your wide brim fedora makes up for. You don’t let the chaos around you break your stride. In the midst of all the young fans and paparazzi, taupe bag in hand, you own the sidewalk like a runway.
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