Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Diana looked every inch a goddess in the amber rays of sunset, perfect mahogany curls caressing her elegant neck. Rich blue silk hugged lush, womanly curves and draped elegantly, brushing her perfectly pedicured toes. Rose-petal lips remained fixed in a dazzling smile. As the others milled about, whispering nervously, she stood tall and silent, spine straight, hands lightly clasped in front, mindful of the line of her gown.

Crystalline tears fell from her sapphire eyes, running down alabaster cheeks, as an underfed peroxide blonde with a spray-booth tan was crowned County Fair Queen.

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