once upon a time,
a woman danced to a man playing banjo
to the setting sun, the autumn harvest, and a huge fire that smelled of apples
she danced to his song, falling in love with the melodic sweetness and playfulness of his fingers caressing his banjo
he played to her dance, falling in love with the grace of her curves bending and swaying, leaping and spinning, to his twirling tunes
they sat down next to the fire together
to sing more songs together with their extended community
their eyes catching fire as they caught each other glancing at the other
one night, a few weeks later, he asked to come over to share dinner
she had just come home from a full day of playing with plant alchemy
it was dark, and she was tired
"just jump," whispered her heart,
and so she said to the man,
"welcome"
he came strolling into her forest with both banjo and guitar in hand
they end up talking for hours and hours,
and just singing a little, right before he leaves
they continued to meet
at odd hours
and in odd places
eyes gazing deeper
hearts opening further
until
the new moon
bloomed
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(the rest of this story
is still being written!)
(silhouette photo by Tom)
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