My white tattered dress shimmered through the lights as I twisted and twirled; watching Mom's face fade from astonishment into awe as she watched me. I began to slide around the floor while the music blasted and the lights blinded me. I watched in amazement as my tattered maid's dress dyed itself purple. The dress itself was long and flowing but still stretchy. I back-flipped; watching the lace swirl with me. I stretched my arm over my head as my legs melted into the floor. My sleeves, periwinkle in color, moved with the flow of the music.
~Victoria Jones (October 19, 2012)
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