 Standing proudly in her emerald robes with the sunshine trim, she’s watching the world and seasons pass. Night falls and she fills out to protect her abode. ‘Another day another wrinkle’ comes to mind and she smiles to herself, thinking she night just need another coat of paint.
 She’s feeling majestic in her royal hues, surrounded by deep foliage bowing their devotion. Not without a certain sensitivity, she encourages their growth and blossom as they serve to enhance her qualities in return.
 She’s sitting pretty at the top of the steps, enjoying the petal confetti whirling around her in the breeze.
 A little mossy around the edges and in the skirting of her petticoats. Her soul shines through in an eclectic mix of billowing layers.
 Staunchly set under a heavy-thatched fringe, she’s gleamingly resolute in her standing. She may be a little dishevelled (it’s been a long night) but can hold her own with any the others.
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