Red Dress, Place Vendome

So much depends Upon a momentary alignment The red dress draws the eye- Opulent, silky, Assured, in a simplicity of line almost oriental. No mannequin defines it- This dress will fit any woman size 6, with the right plastic, and an exclusive enough party at the Ritz. Look again, and see the woman in the red dress, racing through the silk across the ancient Place like thousand -- no millions before, -- silk weavers, seamstresses, mothers, poets, patriots, pioneers-- No sleek limousine for this woman, just one lone motorcycle waiting. In full stride She crosses centuries of silk, Swinging her arms free.

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