Mir 🦦

Going back where past worked like mifrical pieces of memoirs, translucent enough for them to become true. Milady or gents, magazines and the high-end fashionista sauntering around while clasped newfangled piece of their own bliss, seemed to be like reveries where it reminisced back to past. Maybe not as tremendous as the highness o' minneapolis' Royal, but the fondness it consigned had never failed to bewitch. Consigned by the cavernous heart of altruism inside love, it clasped together, mira.