Silently,
Awaiting the break of dawn.
Looking into the looking glass,
Staring at the sparkling stars,
She sees herself.
The stars in her eyes are fading.
She dissolves into another world,
A world of loneliness.
She knows, today is a new day,
Different.
She is scared,
Yet she's bold.
She's sad.
But she goes on.
As the stars give off their final flicker,
She wears her lovely smile,
And fades into the day.
A Jacques Couëlle-designed modernist home near Cannes gets an organic
refresh
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This experimental house in the South of France has been brought to
21st-century standards through an interior refresh by Miriam Frowein
3 hours ago


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