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Winnie had no illusions that she could compete with any of the best-dressed women at the ball. She wouldn’t even try.
She dressed for comfort. When she donated all of her professor clothes, she gave up ever again wearing anything that pinched, confined, or hurt.
Now every day she dressed the way she used to only on the weekends: in loose, cozy, comfortable clothes, in colors that made her feel alive.
Colors were a kind of nutrition. Bright, beautiful, uplifting to the soul.
It was why she planted flowers in the various beds surrounding her house, to drink in those colors with her eyes every day and feel her spirit brighten.
A black and white ball. Fine. She could adapt.
And she would try to buy everything she needed within twenty minutes, simply for her own amusement.
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