When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.
Monday, December 21, 2015
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B.E.S.T It's All About the Dress: What I Learned in Forty Years About Men, Women, Sex, and Fashion [D.O.C]
F.r.e.e It's All About the Dress: What I Learned in Forty Years About Men, Women, Sex, and Fashion
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