When I was a little lad of a one-number age, for special occasions like a school year ending, my mama would tie a thin, black velvet strap in a bow around my neck. I have no objections to wearing it today. Still so elegant, always well harmonizing with a white collar, it might kind of give me that sense of playing Dorian Gray or The Little Prince.
Below you may find the reason for me singing (Sittin' on) the Dock of the Bay perpetually. Like, I really never stop.
Cool photography boy! Its a cute story of your mom tradition :D looks very cute
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