A sigh escaped her when the prism caught the marvel of the stage set, dressed for the dance. The afternoon shadow would soon drift in and fingers of clouds would stay the night. Charlotte hoped this ballet story would come through to the audience and she deepened the color on her cheek and lips. She would seek the perfect makeup for her character and then snuggled into her costume.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #466
The Bag Lady 
good take ❤
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Nice take Cheryl. Thanks for joining in.
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