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Eternal Sunshine






After sprinting through the Atlanta airport in 5-inch heels and very nearly missing the connecting flight to St. Louis, I'm back from Miami/Sunny Isles/Ft. Lauderdale and wishing we had another week on the beach... lots of unpacking and tetchy laundry waiting on me.

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ZEPETIT said…
Lovely pics!!!

Zepequeña.
Love those images!

I bet you were a sight sprinting in 5-inchers with that raven hair flying! Glad you made it home safe.

♥ V
http://www.gritandglamour.com
Anonymous said…
so beautiful! you really excell at your photography. can't wait to see pics from your beach vacation Bella!

kiss
Hollywood said…
Beautiful pictures...
Alex said…
Tetchy! What a word. Love these pictures, baby. Wish we were in the ocean right now!!!
Lauren said…
So glad you're back to blogging! I missed your amazing posts and pics!

LOVE these shots
We need beach pictures <3
Delmy said…
Great photos. Love the puppy from the post below. Have fun!
Carissa said…
lovely! I'm a fan of your blog always ;)
Chloe said…
These pictures are INCREDIBLE.
Love.

http://heavywords-lightlythrown.blogspot.com/
Anonymous said…
BELLA! You're so beautiful that your name suits you.

I want to see those vacation pictures.

Alex is a lucky guy.
Unknown said…
These pictures are so beautiful!
xo

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