There comes a time
The dress is gone. I was unable to sell it and so I gave it away to someone that will probably cut it up and create new, exciting designs. After more than six years, I needed it out of my house. Not that I have held onto the hope of the person with whom the moment would have been shared, but for all that it symbolizes that isn’t happening. It is a release and letting go on multiple levels. Now it is time to rearrange and prepare in a whole different way.
The dress is gone. I was unable to sell it and so I gave it away to someone that will probably cut it up and create new, exciting designs. After more than six years, I needed it out of my house. Not that I have held onto the hope of the person with whom the moment would have been shared, but for all that it symbolizes that isn’t happening. It is a release and letting go on multiple levels. Now it is time to rearrange and prepare in a whole different way.
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