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-o- Celestial Dancer -o-
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Date Posted: 08:18:21 06/29/02 Sat
-o- The morning had been bright and tender with Spring’s promise, but by noon, the clouds had come. Thick piles of soft iron powder filtered in with mournful sincerity. A melancholy haze filed slowly over the earth, bringing with it a sense of foreboding. The fox found his den, the sparrow found her nest, the hare found his burrow. But she had nowhere. She, whose dancing steps could have turned the stars emerald with jealousy. She, whose midnight pelt was coveted by the night sky. She, whose unbound grace tempted the sunlight into submission. She, who was young. Furtive glances were spent upon the ominous gathering above. Shadows marked her crossing, the restless breezes wiping clean any stray hoofprint left on the virgin terra. Snatches of a figurine were lost somewhere ‘twixt reality and dreams. Fleeing, half in fear, half in fantasy, the young pixie disappeared deeper and deeper into the strange woods. The trees grew older. The vegetation was not as young. The soil was dark and rich. All around, time was erasing blemishes and adding fingerprints of its own. Soft moss spilled from cracks in the stone. Movement ceased. Nervous lobes spiraled constantly, listening to a silence so ancient ‘twas only ruptured by her sweet breath. The first drop fell. Every breath was held. Then, the heavens opened. A sweet, drenching rain fell in torrents. The brooks drank thirstily until their waters swelled to overlap the banks. But few drops managed to fight their way through the dense vegetation to plague the obsidian fairy below. Lungs heaved, drawing in the life-giving atmosphere. What little light available filtered down in a soft green haze. Musical symphonies of miniscule proportion sounded upon the thirsty vegetation before the instruments soaked cheerfully into the damp soil below. Surrounded by the calm trees, guards of time, lids slowly slipped over dark orbs. Far from any kind of civilization, be it equine or other, the vixen slept the sleep of exhaustion. -o-
-o- Can You Feel The Magic? –o-
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