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so apt this is what you are craving most given that it will render this fundamental emotional autonomy you are describing as even more luxurious, voluptuous. yes, yes: but of course the lady lux needs a cloak.

You are reminding me that my grandmother improbably made my doll a champagne-hued slubbed cloak with hood, and that I should really find that the next time I'm home.


Beautiful! And you could wear it well dear one!

The cloak is lovely. The writing about your yearning for the cloak is inspired and inspiring.

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