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02 July 2009
Violet the Libertine, dressed in forest mint and moss
I just did a custom version of Violet the Libertine, so I decided to print a few extras. They're up in my
Etsy
shop- remember to also visit the full Jezebel line at
www.ilovejezebel.com
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