Happens

2015-03-25 11:55

From blog Damsel In Dior

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Happens

Each delicate snowflake that fell masked the chill of the past several months and with every crystal that kissed her cheeks, she felt a sense of renewal, a touch of awakening. There was a cold current rushing through New York City on the eve of March 20th. The streets felt bitter and there was a deep sorrowful feeling that kept pawing at my heart. Perhaps my sixth sense knew a storm was coming, but the hopeless dreamer in me persevered into the night with a forced morale that I would make the night a memorable one. One thing I know is certain: We cannot control the elements outside of our control. I tend to dress to match my mood, and on this day my mood was...

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