“She was beautiful. The last time I saw her, she was standing at the foot of that bridge as I boarded a jeep… I haven’t forgotten that, once, in that one brief December evening, there was that Princess in royal purple. There will be no other one like her.”
Wednesday, December 30, 1992
“She was beautiful. The last time I saw her, she was standing at the foot of that bridge as I boarded a jeep… I haven’t forgotten that, once, in that one brief December evening, there was that Princess in royal purple. There will be no other one like her.”