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6 minutes ago

We are so pleased to share with you our bridal collection review from the amazing @martha_weddings. A lovely review along with some gorgeous pictures of the new collection. Take a look by clicking the link in our bio.

9 minutes ago

#ProTip Home: Give Your Room A Cool Vibe With the temperature soaring, your house needs to look and feel cool, doesn't it? Use light or bright coloured cushions, soda covers, sheets and curtains. Since these colours absorb less heat, the temperature inside the house remains cooler.  Click on the link in bio to get the best interior designers from UrbanClap! #MakeLifeSimple #interiordesign #interior #designs #designlovers #decor #instahome #homedecor #designporn #simple #sophisticated #instapicture #instalove #homesweethome #interiordesignideas #services #classy #summer #light #cool #instacool

11 minutes ago

Look has a solid presence, with its large volumes, essential lines and the sharp aesthetics of panel doors. It is the #kitchen of choice for people who love the #minimalism of #contemporary #design , but set off with exquisite finishes. Look is a #modern and #sophisticated concept, striving to capture the beauty of #simplicity .@snaiderocucine ⠀ ⠀ #architonic #interiordesign #interiorstyling #instadesign #productdesign #furniture #kitchendesign #lookcollection #designlovers #design #snaidero #majanocity #italy

14 minutes ago

For the Fallen Robert Laurence Binyon, by artist William Strang. Laurence Binyon Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943), published in The Times newspaper on 21st September 1914. With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea. Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit, Fallen in the cause of the free. Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres. There is music in the midst of desolation And a glory that shines upon our tears. They went with songs to the battle, they were young, Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow. They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted, They fell with their faces to the foe. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; They sit no more at familiar tables of home; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time; They sleep beyond England's foam. But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain, As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, To the end, to the end, they remain.

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