WHITE DREAMS



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What I saw was a White Dream … about romantic times shrouded in laces

The flower adorned pages of the memoir opened slowly. Among neatly placed black and white photos, lines that poured out of a pen flowed before my eyes.

It was a feeling that remained as pure as the colour white that I remembered, it was a love as noble as a white flower that filled me.


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