Yesteryear Fiction

Her Dance
By E.S. Wynn


When she dances, the world moves, picks up speed. Time comes alive, dances with her, around her, and in the moment, even the light seems to take notice.

When she dances, people notice each other, meet, and fall in love. Life senses her every move, brightens, opens, blossoms.

And when she stops, the whole world seems to take a breath, to smile and slouch. Life sleeps, time takes a restful pause, and in the stillness, even hate and darkness seem to falter, fade.


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See the tapestry of life and weave it with the knowledge that the loom belongs to all of us.