She stops – her delicate layers and folds of colour parting to reveal an ego so harmonic with the crowd fascinated by her glazing beauty and she sighs, lashes curled and vibrant, because – well, she already knows she’s a stunner.
She stops – her delicate layers and folds of colour parting to reveal an ego so harmonic with the crowd fascinated by her glazing beauty and she sighs, lashes curled and vibrant, because – well, she already knows she’s a stunner.
I think the real stunner here is your delivery. Excellent post once again.
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Thanks! You’re too kind.
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Wonderful imagery! π
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Thank you! π
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You make me long for my youth, Sandra. Bittersweet. No, take that back. Mostly sweet!
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Aww this put a smile on my face! Thank you, glad to know that your youth was mostly sweet π
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Yeah, it was. The last thirty years can’t tarnish that!!
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That’s great – would love that sort of spirit in me thirty years from now!
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