Qui est Atèlette?

She is an invitation to embrace the feminine in its myriads of forms. She is crisp cottons in summer and sun faded ginghams. She is salt of the earth and dancing paperwhite cosmos. She is abandoned graveyards with wildflowers and honeysuckle grown wild. She is a gentle kiss on the nape of your neck. Berry stained lips and rosy cheeks. She is fresh warm winds borne from the West in an old forgotten song, dancing on sea foam, singing her siren song.

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