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. . . nearly mid-december and time really does fly while having fun, and amidst festive toasts and pretty party dresses, looking forward to slowing things down a little, even if only for a few moments . . .
“Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake...”











. . . first snowfall this past weekend and a little more today -- not the deep blowing scattering kind -- but the soft dancing floating kind. . . {the kind that flutters about your eyelashes}
. . . unbelievably frosty mornings call for bright bouquets of cerise-coloured roses in pretty crystal vases, luminous hair and faceted bangles, festive greetings in gold-lined envelopes, and most of all, soft mohair throws . . .