/image%2F0706105%2F201307%2Fob_6edcfd_fchaleterikamarienet-jpg.jpeg "Fashion Chalet by Erika Marie")
I Had a Flashback of Something That Never Existed
When it snows, the town gets quiet. At night, the lights reflect.
There is something so eerie, so beautiful, so special about snow.
As Lorelai Gilmore used to put it so eloquently well, "Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow...."
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FEELING FRENCH/image%2F0706105%2F20210105%2Fob_86f097_ob-11ff7e54fbc8b78e1655f440041efaa4-st.jpeg)
MODERN BALLERINA/image%2F0706105%2F20201230%2Fob_be118a_ob-75dabc-ob-3f9251-09sherp.jpg)
THE WINTER DENIM JACKET