One day, the world decides to dance, not simply to be danced upon. So she calls for music, calls to the wind and the waves, the coyotes and birds, the bees and the thunder. Make me a song, she says, and come dance with me. And all you beings of flesh and of wonder, better step sprightly, because I'm stiff from all this laying around I've been doing, and I'd rather not step on your toes.
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Date: 2009-09-29 02:42 pm (UTC)