
She’s off to the races, her silks in the wind ~ she even has her race day hat on. Her energy is exhilarating; as she crosses the finish line, she shouts to the cheering crowd “I am the star, meet me in the winners circle!”
~Suzanne Simonovich

She’s off to the races, her silks in the wind ~ she even has her race day hat on. Her energy is exhilarating; as she crosses the finish line, she shouts to the cheering crowd “I am the star, meet me in the winners circle!”
~Suzanne Simonovich
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1 Louise Gillmore // Jul 8, 2007 at 5:21 pm
She, in her taffeta skirt, stands restless at the edge of the garden. It is the glimmering moonlight, gazing through winking shadows, that brings her red satin dress to life. The night is startled awake; illuminated with vivid reflections… Like a dazzling fire, she glows; consuming all who would cast eyes on her reeling beauty.
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