It was only the beginning of February, but Spring fashions were already displayed in every store window on Fifth Avenue in NYC. Not anything she could afford or even dream about wearing in less than 0 sizes. But those perfectly dressed mannequins were not real. They never shed any tears, never fell in or out of love, never had any trouble fitting into a pair of jeans. They never laughed either; neither did they experience joy. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window and smiled, glad to be a real woman in the real world.
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A contemporary haibun (combination of prose and haiku) for you today. Enjoy! xx