[Liebe Marlene Vintage]

Doesn’t she just spell spring?

Not in the effervescent sunshine and lush floral hues kind of way; oh no. She is spring in a quiet, calm and secret-smile moment – the kind of person you’d love to spend a precious afternoon with. The sort of afternoon where your tea tastes lovely no matter how cold it’s gone and when the same old stories aren’t stale no matter how many times you’ve heard them before. And the kind of afternoon where your cheeks are a wee bit achy, only because you’ve been smiling so much.

And God knows, I need these smiles back.

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