She wears a long breezy skirt down to the ankles of her long slender frame. An old apron outlined in lace gives contrasting coloration to the earth tones below her exposed navel made visible by the short plain white tank top. Its crisscrossed thin rosie bra straps match the multiple dyed riveted pony tails encased by the patterned rag in her hair you could never find in a store now. She appears to be the daughter, and more feminine incarnation of the heroine from the famous WWII "We Can Do It!" portrait; domesticated and enjoying the previous allied victory that affords us the mentality of peace (even amidst constant war) in this country.
To this bizarre bean who seems to be the most fitting of all the misfits here, and better not betray my interpretation by returning home to a condo: you know who you are...
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