Scintillating surges of well choreographed radiance, like acquiescent roses bobbing fervor ’neath the gust, enlivened her ardent physiognomy as his chugging iron horse rolled into view.
Lavish ladies, flaunting frills and fancy furbelows, displayed their shimmering silk and satin curves and contours. Poised and perfect, breasts bulging buoyantly, they formed a line of pink and purple, red and yellow, blue and emerald living dolls. She glanced down at the stained pinafore covering her threadbare gingham dress, noticed her dry, rough hands; and was reminded of the reason she was standing all alone. The light of her love surrounded her with the resplendent radiance of a goddess being worshipped by the stars. Those painted, powdered, perfumed posers had a shadowy coldness hidden in their rivaled repertoire. When he stepped down from the train, her heart swelled into his arms, her joyous tears quenched his thirsty longing, and the earth began to shake beneath their feet. As they knelt down to the ground, arms intwined in a lover’s embrace, her dress began to rip and fall away. Like the chrysalis of a Lycaenidae butterfly, its gossamer pinions thrusting outward through the silky, draping coverlet of dreams; her wings burst forth, gave birth to flight, and upward they arose to higher things.
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