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Dear Prince Charming,
I am still waiting for you to sweep me off my feet to Nevereverland. All I ask is Frette linens and rose water laundered silk pajamas. We’d stay in bed like John and Yoko, but our Villa would be in the hills of Tuscany. We’d have a vineyard where we would regularly play hide and seek. Later, we would dance in the courtyard at sunset. In the mornings we’d go for a bike ride, and swim in the pool. When it would get too hot outside, I would paint feverishly while you wrote books. We’d travel. Take photographs. Enjoy life.
I am still waiting for you to sweep me off my feet to Nevereverland. All I ask is Frette linens and rose water laundered silk pajamas. We’d stay in bed like John and Yoko, but our Villa would be in the hills of Tuscany. We’d have a vineyard where we would regularly play hide and seek. Later, we would dance in the courtyard at sunset. In the mornings we’d go for a bike ride, and swim in the pool. When it would get too hot outside, I would paint feverishly while you wrote books. We’d travel. Take photographs. Enjoy life.
