Long ago and far away there once stood a beautiful manor with beautiful gardens filled with beautiful flowers and beautiful girls. The beautiful girls once held beautiful balls and enjoyed the most lively of lives and antics.
It was a happy place, this beautiful manor with beautiful gardens and beautiful flowers and girls. And though they came from so many different places, and from so many different kinds of lives, they all lived happily and contentedly in their Manor home, and kept a journal of the wonderful things that happened in their lives
Years slipped by, as years are apt to do. The manor halls grew a little more silent, the rooms a little more lonely, and the old, faithful journal grew dusty and silent, too. Perhaps the Manor was only for a season, perhaps the happiness enjoyed by the Gibson Girl occupants was meant only to last a time, and the new lives that each one had slipped away to live were indeed good and beautiful as well.
But sometimes I miss those days. And I wish them back. For old time’s sake.
