A forgotten serenity

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by Katiethemoo

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Katie the eloquent looked to the stage director, he looked back, as firm as ever the ageing bovines wrinkled maw stretched into a decievingly tender smile which sent a shiver of comfort all along Eloquents perfectly postured spine. Her hand gripped the neck of a long shaft of pristine oaken wood, the strings acting as a audacious cage of creation for the entire construction. She turned and stepped into the light, oh it was ever so blinding, maybe it was a blessing in disguise, she could not gauge the size of her audience now at least. She bowed, a humble and simple bow followed by a curtsey. With as much silence as when she stepped onto the stadium she would pull up her chair and settle herself into a comfortable position and bringing up her sword, her string notched armourment in which she could create and sonata a reverea of tranquil ambience to those gazing empatheticly at her instrument, the lights dimmed, all but a single spotlight set souly upon her curvacious figure now isolated her from the stadium and everything around her, with one hand raised she pressed the mare haired bow and strummed...

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