Her body fills to perfection the fabric that exposes a form that is in  harmony with the robes it dwells within. They neither bind nor expose too fully the chaos of her aging body. Her upper arms are enigmas that dwell always in the caves of the sleeves of one garment or another. A rope of beads swings from her neck like a pendulum, swaying between pert breasts that do not behave according to their age.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 740, the pormpt words are: robes exposed bind beads fabric form harmony chaos cave enigma dwells well