Tsura kept her true self hidden... a Roma on the down low 364 days a year. It was so easy to keep them in the dark. Those who looked upon her saw what they wanted to see and she let them. A vagabond soul untethered by convention, an exotic beauty all wanted to get to know. Was she a Latina, an Italian or a Greek? Tsura shook her head no with a secretive smile, revealing nothing of herself. Tonight though, it was different. Under the blood red moon, Tsura embraced her heritage, became her true self. Garbed in clothing patterned on an ancient mode of dress, the Gypsy prepared to dance, an utterance upon her lips as old as time. "Te pabaren mange memelia. For I am the light of the fire that burns your world." *�©2009 NGN* Note: "Te pabaren mange memelia.' Translation: 'May you burn candles for me' ps - this is V3 not V4