History is a ribbon, always unfurling; history is a journey.
She had a ribbon in her long, glossy hair, and her face shone pleasantly with soap.
He rolled the ribbon up tightly, and then tossed it lightly toward her face.
It was a white lamb, decorated from ears to tail with knots of ribbon and with flowers.
According to him, none but soldiers had a right to the ribbon.
He had obtained the ribbon of the Legion of Honour for his father.
The multi-coloured cockades or the bows of ribbon in one shade?
Her hair is not done up, but tied back with a piece of ribbon.
Home with her ribbon and then over to the hospital sped Polly.
“I had it,” her mother smiled, tying a ribbon to hold the bright curls.