pretty, driving, white
Driving up to see you that day, I passed a girl on the road. She was walking and wore a white dress. She looked like she belonged in a painting or one of those prints. On the seat next to me there were some cookies that Vickie had made.
"What Being Pretty Is All About,"
Inscape: Vol. 8:
3, Article 23.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/inscape/vol8/iss3/23