I want to go to Greece. And I want there to be candelight glowing from pretty pink lanterns on a table topped with blue and white gingham linens. I want there to be laughter and running about the surf barefoot and the hazy mist of twilight all around. Because to me, today, this looks a whole lot like perfection and I’d love to be there for the show. Care to come with me?
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