Submitted for #vss365 prompt word: plume.
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Her imagination: a magical loom weaving herself an iridescent costume with wings to fly far from her cage, her old room. Now her voice is like a bewitching perfume. She sits amongst the stars, a flower in bloom, and she left behind a gift; an angel’s plume.
Written by Jungle.
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