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Victoria magazine

"The endearing charm of the gentle, romantic life captured so vividly in Victoria magazine returns, following the announcement that Hoffman Media will relaunch the much beloved magazine in November, 2007." Victoriamag.com

Right now, I feel that ecstatic commingling that fandom brings. Can it be true my beloved magazine is coming back? Will it be as good as before?

Have you ever remembered something from your childhood and wished with all your might that you could see it now, in the present world, and see how it adapted to present technology? How much richer and more interactive it might be. Yet you know that it is as impossible as your being able to travel backward in time to a more gracious age. Yet for me, this wish is coming true.

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