Grace of a Goddess
Is she Artemis when she shoots, going back to her roots? Or Aphrodite when men fall without shoots, or benevolent Athena when she steps on the field, prepared for war in her boots. Unequaled and unchallenged, dominance assure with Nike carrying her on wings victory, a born winner without a spinner; chance is not her inner. She is Alex Morgan, original and free; All the things women strive to be.
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