black lace in Tokyo + Winston Churchill in France
I was gone on Friday, and I missed you. Sometimes you need to quietly slip away and upon your return, dip a toe in the rose-scented waters. I've returned, renewed, and with a psychedelic vase. Waiting outside our door late last night was December's Vogue, a most graceful thank you note, and an insanely wonderful tome we will explore together.
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