A powdery pale friend of my mother's
sagging stockings nearly white
nearly blending into wrinkles elsewhere
on face, on neck, on arms
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She wore a beaded hairnet that made her look as if a misting rain had fallen only upon her snow-white head. very fine description with wonderful words. thank u dear poetess. tony
Wow! I love this! You have a wonderful way with your descriptions. Especially like the twin blue moons comparison. Great work!