The night is mother of the day,
The winter of the spring;
And ever upon old decay
The greenest mosses cling.
Behind the cloud the starlight lurks,
Through showers the sunbeams fall;
For God, who loveth all his works,
Has left his hope with all.
—John Greenleaf Whittier.
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It is said that you should love what you do and I do that here in Belijose's Fashion Hauz. I love female clothing, style and fashion; I love how designers transform a fabric to fit the unique silhouette of a woman's body; I like how stylists and fashion lovers are able to interpret a designer's work in a way that they themselves make it their own; how a piece of jewelry makes all the difference and how less can be more; I like the excitement of the red carpets; I love fashion week and I hope to go for one someday; most importantly I love sharing with the Hauz what I think and feel about a particular style from any part of the world; I like sharing my music, my food experiments, music and videos, and I love that you get to read and like or comment. This is my little corner of the world where everything is possible.
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