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Photo by Toni Frissell via Magpie Tales




Rest
On
Yesterday's 
Glory
Bathed
In
Vanity

2015-Rene

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  1. Looks like her vanity got her nowhere!

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  2. Elegantly beautiful in its simplicity. Thank you!

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  3. Ah vanity.. it can be deadly sometimes..! Loved this poem :D
    xoxo

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  4. Somehow vanity is a lot about what's passed.

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  5. This made me laugh...like we were sharing an inside joke. Thanks

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  6. Sweet. Rainbows and prisms deserve their vanity!

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  7. good be a good thing but most of the times bad

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  8. Ha! I guess that is the epitome of vanity.

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  9. Sometimes the sun shine, sometimes it rains.

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  10. Like a female Ren-Boy , she has fallen into the vanity .....wow

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  11. vanity id the devil's favourite sin !

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  12. A very historic perspective that many people take.

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  13. I see what you did there acrostically! Clever.

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