“quelle jolie soirée,” 🪞embroidered curtains surrender themselves unto afternoon, whilst porcelain vessels brim with newly blossoms, gilded mirror retaineth. little heirlooms provenance hath long since become uncertain. ♡︎
⠀ ︎ ︎⠀︎ ︎“i should like to remain here a while,”
⠀ ︎ ︎⠀︎ ︎she murmured, scarcely louder.. ✿
🦢⏝⠃ delicate florilegiums climb the trellis with each bloom possesseth heaven. along promenade winding, everything seemeth touched by graciousness: the silverware gleaming escaping from an opened window.
posy–seller at corner, arranging jonquils
sweet stem imperfectly crooked lovelier
ઇ꯭ઉ such inconsequential things pleased
more than they ought. ❥ (sweet angel.)
⠀ ︎ ︎⠀︎ ︎⠀ ⠀
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