"She dreams, as she has often dreamt, of abandonment and betrayal, of lost hope, of the self gone astray from the body, the body forsaking the unlikely self. She feels like a once proud castle whose walls have collapsed, her halls and towers invaded, not by marauding armies, but by humbler creatures, bats, birds, cats, cattle, her departed self an unkempt army marauding elsewhere in a scatter of confused intentions."
Briar Rose, Robert Coover
- Fritzi, vintage rayon floral skirt, worn a top, thrifted
- Tapestry floral vest
- RL dark rinse short-shorts, thrifted
- Floral lace net leggings, Target
- Flaming Hag Folkwear, floral locket cuff, C&C
- Aldo, black leather brogues, Aldo.com