There's something about those early 70's long dresses, with their flowing sleeves and twirling hemlines. This one has especially nice handkerchief sleeves of soft lace.
It was to be worn on a sunny Sunday in spring, twirling around the grassy park while warbles from an untrained flute wafts across the crowds, insense on the breeze, bubbles floating down the sun beams, with a wreath of wild flowers worn as a crown.
Or maybe this was a white dress, of the 'come over to my aunt's place this weekend, we're getting married in her backyard' kind of white dress. Don't worry about finding shoes to match, you can wear it with bare feet.
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