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Post by Avive de Rocaille on Aug 20, 2007 23:34:47 GMT -5
I'd just come from a nice hot bath, and nude, I luxuriated on my bed, gazing at the dress that hung from the door of my wardrobe. My vision blurred and I reached for my spectacles on the side table. The grey dress came into focus slowly. It was rather conservative for a wedding from the bottom to the waist, a full skirt of layers of grey silk in various shades so when the shirt swirled, it looked like water moving. The bodice hugged the torso, however, and was fairly low cut, with cap sleeves. The back laced up with a mint green ribbon, and there were three little mint buttons nestled in the bosom of the dress. It was perfect. Every dress I owned was perfect.
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