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why is it that every new and fabulous idea I have ends up taking up more and more space in my once divine domicile? I seem to remember a time when I could actually fling my arms wide in some place of the sun. Not now, lest my entire empire come a-clattering down like a nearly completed jenga tower after the swipe of a vengeful cat.
It's duskin down dark, people, so your DivaCardista needs to find her way to the City and back before Tyra has them skinny women flying through the air with the greatest of ease (and, of course, a relaxed face).
So as always, I wish you peace...and space!
Blessings,
DivaCardista
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PS: You really can't keep a good woman down!
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