White, pink, stone.

A book bound in a gently crumpled soft white leather, because we women are all about fragility and strength...

like wings, opening to a creative space of tender suede, satins and wools, fine organza and a gentle net to catch the fingers...

because books are made of dreams and far away places, adventures and delights, new possibilities, inspirations and time elsewhere, then cherry blossom paper from Japan, laced deckle-edged paper from a history of England and, hidden inside, tucked-away envelopes to catch the thoughts, and words, and pictures of the people we love. Love,

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