 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.
 She yawns and raises a quizzical eyebrow to observe the frost that’s settled around her, and snuggles herself back into her deep nook. Time for the outside elements to stay outside today.
 Sometimes she feels like she’s barely there at all but she’s held in existence by those around her. No matter how ghostly her sense, sparks of previous colourful personality pop through in sharp edges and shades.
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