doodling dresses….

When I was a little girl I spent hours doodling dresses. I imagined their whispery feel, soft and sweeping in buttery cotton and linen, lightly brushing ¬†skin, easy, easy, stepping¬† light and roomy, bare legs and breath free to flow and float and flutter, in crisp simple lines of glad color with me inside, uncluttered.…

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