Vintage ball gowns come into view and the strains of violins can be heard above the chatter of hundreds of guest as one steps over the threshold of Willow Manor.
I feel myself literally stepping back in time...
|I prefer to ride up top, as I am still amongst the living.|
|I fear that as I arrived after dawn, my date shall have to remain in his coffin.|
The sun burns so, you know.
Echoes of long ago, indeed. Now, if you'll excuse me, my carriage awaits...
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Tess, over at Willow Manor is hosting the annual Willow Manor Ball. You're all invited, so please stop by to see who else is attending.