Caught up in a sea of pleated silk.
She moves with the waves.
As though she were some kind of royalty.
She wears the royal color well, n'est pas.
Very well, indeed.
She could be from another culture.
Perhaps a desert dweller?
No....she is very urban, wearing her silks like the queen that she is within her own palace.
And then a pink breeze blows through.
And even with this new very girly wave, she rides the tide.
Peeking out from her cocoon.
Caught in a cloud of creamy white pleats.
Before returning to her throne.
Of pleated white silk fantasy.
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