Before I woke up this morning, I understood why a slice of heaven does not require highter entity. Meaning, girls, that love is purely self-sufficient.
"Love pretty!", I said to myself.
How on Earth is an Earthling, like me, ever going to understand the many ways of life and lovers? Trampedium (works of hope), and Great Job, Kharese. Resecedium (works of the spirit of hope), forlay a gigantium of resevoires. Pure light. Pure Hope.
Meaning:
My sister totally learned how to fine press her hair with a Marcella, (Indian irons). If I was to ever venture to the Land of Beauty, these mani's are my scouts of choice. Try them sometimes girls.
So, these next and upcoming weeks, relay smarter function of our precious, most beautiful, features. Our Hair. Please, stay with me, to parish redux and omiclature (for technique and loreau). As a beauty will ever do.
Love Always,
Kharese
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