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Shell pink sunsets


Wishing I was back on Sunny Isles Beach... I could really use a summertime getaway.

(Forever 21 bag, rosary, and shorts, H&M shirt, Bebe jeweled heels, Random studded belt, Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses)

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ZEPETIT said…
Stunning sky!

Zepequeña.
Eva said…
Wooow! I love your post! Incredible
Kiss kiss
Eva
Andrés Corella said…
Lovely pics! Love your shoes and the view is fantastic!

xx
Andy
The Black Label
Anonymous said…
Stunning everything, Bella!
Gorgeouss photos! Love the sunset.

xx,

Bonnie
Jitterbug said…
I am loving your pictures and in love with your blog. The title caught my eye and I'm glad I stopped by. :)

Do drop by mine. :)
http://jitterbug-r.blogspot.com/
Lauren said…
Amazing shots here! Love it very very much! I've never been but def want to go there now! Gorgeous you and views.
Kisses
ilikestuff said…
I want to be chillin on a porch like that on a warm summer night. I need a vacation!
Anonymous said…
great blog! i follow ;)
i love those pictures ♥
great shoes!

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Unknown said…
That would be so fabulous right now! Boston has been rainy and cold all week. I'd think it was March instead of June :(
xo
Anonymous said…
Beautiful, wonderful pictures, you look Fab as ever! Wish I could be their Massachusetts has been so humid and dreary!

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