The Feminine Tomboy

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She had a certain indefinable something. A quiet confidence. I could not quite put my finger on it. Perhaps it was her chosen way of dress, the way she wore her hair. Maybe it was her air of walking, for there was certainly that. Or it could be her eyes. Yes her eyes. In her eyes there was fire, and ice. Oh they were strong, yet subtle. Powerful, yet soft.
Oh yes she was a Tomboy.
And the most feminine Lady I'd ever seen. State your freedoms
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