Posts Tagged: Dance
Picture It & Write ~ Woodland Farewell
“yes child?” “Well, its that I am no longer a child.” “My dear, every faery has the heart of a child, you know that.” Yes,but look, my back, its bare, my wings of youth have faded and gone, there are
Picture It & Write ~ Woodland Farewell
“yes child?” “Well, its that I am no longer a child.” “My dear, every faery has the heart of a child, you know that.” Yes,but look, my back, its bare, my wings of youth have faded and gone, there are
Yakutia ~ Somewhere in Siberia
The Yakut winter wind polishes its gleaming nature The river shines, hard in a multitude of mirrors While the soft snow settles, caressing the landscape Shamans, in yurts, teepees, chant their song Resounding rhythm flowing, to the drum Echoes tapped across
Yakutia ~ Somewhere in Siberia
The Yakut winter wind polishes its gleaming nature The river shines, hard in a multitude of mirrors While the soft snow settles, caressing the landscape Shamans, in yurts, teepees, chant their song Resounding rhythm flowing, to the drum Echoes tapped across
I Am The One: Weekly Picture It & Write
I am the one who can make myself dance. No-one else. And sometimes, at least once a day, I wish that wasn’t true. I can almost hear the waiting hands of my feminist sisters, desperately wanting to applaud my loneliness,
I Am The One: Weekly Picture It & Write
I am the one who can make myself dance. No-one else. And sometimes, at least once a day, I wish that wasn’t true. I can almost hear the waiting hands of my feminist sisters, desperately wanting to applaud my loneliness,
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