She wore diamonds. Every head turned, every eye locked upon her twinkling self as she entered the room like a glitter ball. She shone brighter than the chandeliers illuminating the party like a searchlight. She sparkled. But diamonds mean nothing to the heart. Perhaps that’s why she wept? Perhaps not?
I’d rather be crying with the diamonds rather than without them 😉
I wish you were in charge of the uk’s banking system.
Now there’s a scary thought! 😉
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Profound. Love it.
Thank you