Sun-dancing.A Chapter by Emily MayTiny beams between the leaves. Tiny beams fall down to me. Beams of warmth, light and safety. Pulling me together. Whispering in my ear. I feel the joy. I hear their laughter. They want me to run, gallop and leap. Energy pulses throughout me. How can I resist? © 2011 Emily May |
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Added on January 13, 2011 Last Updated on January 13, 2011 |

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