Onto the stage she walks, a soft sashay of green mint robes clinging like diaphanous silk to her curves, slender and graceful, her hair done up in a neat bundle. Her ancient mien of grace and composure making her look perfectly like a diva as she walks to center-stage, but she's not a Diva. Not tonight.
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