Image by kenne
Her white shirt tucked in,
soft against the waistline.
Below, the shoulder bag
rests easy at her thigh,
its strap drawing the eye
to a circle of skin,
a hole cut in the denim.
No accident, but choice—
a small window of daring,
sunlight touching
what fabric withholds.
She moves, and the street notices,
style written in quiet gestures,
confidence stitched
into every seam.
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