The moon crested the horizon, large and luminous. The two women stood naked, giggling, soft yellow light highlighting their breasts and buttocks. Their men watched with mild amusement. They knew what was about to happen. Laughing, the girls joined hands, then skipped around the house and orchard.
So began the Ritual of the Harvest Moon.
I am ever amazed and sometimes amused at the incredible display of talent in the 55's. I was both with this one, nice writing!. :))
ReplyDeleteAn excellent kind of spirituality, I think.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love it!
ReplyDeleteHappy Lammas!
Well done Beautifully written
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