Imagine a warm, late August morning. All is calm, you are wandering through the local cemetary. If you are very quiet you may hear the waves crashing on the beach below the bluff you are on. You visit a few old friends...
You spot something through the scattering of trees and stones. Is that a pair of wings? How could you have missed them before? They do blend in so well, it's an understandable overlook. But you have visited this cemetary for years, and you never knew something was there?
You approach cautiously from behind, as if you were trying not to startle the creature perched on her post.
Slipping round to the front, you get a full view of her beauty.
You take in all her details and the delicacies of her form.
Those piercing, watchful eyes.
Her strong, and mature yet childlike limbs.
You wonder who this beautiful guardian is watching over, who is her caressing yet strong gaze looking out for. You look down...
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The dance was marvelous! I miss dancing with you so very much. And yes, trying to describe Paradise Lost is impossible. It was just amazing. Maybe I'll get to dance with you when I come to MI in a few weeks?
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