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Thursday, February 2, 2012

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When fog fell over the city, Geia and the goddesses awoke from their slumber. At first tip-toeing softly about, so as not to wake the sleeping, soon gamboling through their streets as if they hadn't danced for decades. The women, in fact, had not danced upon their Earth for thirty-three years. They rejoiced in each others' rhythm and movement, so grateful were they for this night to arrive. Dum-didi-chum-dum, and on and on, till the half-moon met the Earth's horizon. 
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4 comments:

Anthony Duce said...

A wonderful world to be pulled into this morning. I have almost seen the image like this when younger walking in the woods. The trees looking back at me sometimes looked as if they had just been, or were about to dance, if only I hadn’t interrupted them.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

:)..nice..

stuart said...

stunning...surprising...beautiful...your imagination dances so wonderfully (wonder full)...you share inspiration with us-thank you-yet I can't write a complete sentence; my mind is whirling at your words, your vision...maybe I can.
When I first saw the picture, and read the words, I felt as though I had unexpectedly discovered the trees dancing during a late night walk. I shall watch for them tonight.

Marjolaine Hébert said...

In the city last night, with the rare winter fog as it was, I only had to look out the window at the elm below the lights on the corner for my inspiration .. thank you kindly for your words...