Sometimes things can be magical. When I wear my ren dress, I AM a princess. I revel in the fact that my skirts flutter around me when I walk and that my hands are covered in frills. Even walking from my car to the apartment is like a walk across vast palace gardens, or a palazzo just for me.
That dress isn't just a dress. It takes me to a happier place where windmills are giants and everyone knows how to dance at lavish feasts. No one dances anymore; isn't that a shame?
Ahhhh. Wouldn't it be nice if dreams came true? Sometimes things can be magical.
xx And I Kissed His Cold White Brow Marz
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