Like a butterfly’s fluttering wings, the silk touches my skin with an airy quality of both lightness and softness. I become like the butterfly, when I wear it, letting it enchant me across the floor, as I dance Isadora Duncan. This wonderful woman who could portray both the raw wrath from the underworld, devastating grief and hardship, as well as the light of angels and dewy grass. I like to be reminded that I can do the same, with her lead.
Expressing my femininity. And my soul.
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Feeling soft things can make us feel comfort.
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