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I dance though flaming embers by the moon lit sky. I run through freezing wind bare feet on shale ground watching bewildered faces as I skirr the beaten earth. I splash in rain filled puddles to clean my feet on jagged stone. I whirl through thorny branches surrounding trees I gallivant. I sing fair tales of the heart and sleep in feathered beds leaving only traces of my soul where I lay my head.
Elaine Byrne
Beautiful prose…. practically a poem….
this is wonderful!
The mythical and intriguing background somewhat reminds me of my childhood fantasies!! Just brilliant <3