A man is made in the rough-and-tumble of the world a lady emerges from the flossy back rooms of her own imagination.
Anna GodbersenThey will stop calling brides beautiful after today—you have simply set the standard too high,' he said.
Anna GodbersenThe living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.
Anna GodbersenGirls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the end for me if you two came down with freckles at a time like this.
Anna Godbersen