dancing

he saw her ahead, dancing. She was alone by the river, arms and feet in a rhythm, moving, hair floating back in the breeze, eyes taking in the grass and trees and small creatures. there was no fear. she reached to touch the bark of an ancient willow, whispering in a voice that wove a tune in and out around the breeze that kissed the leaves and branches.

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