Monday, December 3, 2012

  1. I watch the silvery morning turn into gold. An expected luxury I experience at home, on a working day.
  2. I can tell these are the ones, the perfect boots for Jay. They make her smile. Black velvet with a white furry embellishment and a clasp.
  3. She texts me and it makes me smile. She is the only friend I could call in the middle of the night.

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