Strange Clouds

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Art by David Gilson

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comerunthehiddenpinetrails:

Him pressed against her stomach made her turn her eyes even further at the part of the sky behind her. She raised her spine. She looked back at him, at his auroral hair. She could hardly see his face, but she felt his breath. She did see the arch of his eyebrow and the distinctive bridge of his nose. She held him there as her hands faded into his hair.

Although he’d laid himself over a warm body, his back was cold. Eventually John turned over, but took her hand with him, slowly bringing it to his lips to kiss it.  

Once one sensation ends, she tends to find another. She got up in a careful manner as if she left a trail that she needed to follow back if she were to ever get lost. The path would be a runway of twists and turns; she looked back every now and then. She went farther and farther, not sure where she was going.

That river led back to where it first began; she orchestrated currents with the waves of Apollo’s crown. After twiddling with his locks as he modeled The Thinker, she desired what he was thinking and a range of questions, questions that can be answered simply or too complex to answer, always the state of her mind when she is at peace.

WOMEN OF HISTORY: PART II

Pocahontas ~ Jane Austen ~ Nannerl Mozart ~ Abigail Adams ~ Tamara Bunke ~ Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon

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“You think I play games all the time?” she said cheerfully, her face enlightened by his presence, turning her head like an owl and giving him a pretend stern look with a childish grin.

“Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?”

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