I read these to you as though we are sitting beside a campfire in the night, the light from the moon scattered between the trees, the stars twinkling high in the sky above us. We can smell the smoke from the fire, and our clothes, too, hold onto the scent. In each others' eyes we can see a sparkle, the reflection from the flames. Crickets and frogs chirp in the background, all in chorus, so as to become one distinct organism. The surrounding air tonight is cool, but we are warmed by the fire. Its embers, like fireflies, flitter here and there into the space above us. We are roasting marshmellows as we prepare the S'mores.
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In this chapter, The Prophet speaks of marriage.
“Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.”
For chapters one and two, visit this link: Sophia W. Podcast
4 comments:
Now that is 100% beautiful!
Oh, I meant your writing. I have not had time to download your reading because of my slow connection and other resticitions. But it sounds very nice.
I will hear this later Sophia, I have to go away to another studio for a week or so, after tomorrow, will be in touch as soon as I am able. Love to you always Sophia.
Thanks, Moss! After visiting Vincent's blog I felt in the mood to write. But I'm so inexperienced! I felt like doing a little bit of story-telling.
Come, gather 'round the fire!
Jim,
Everytime you say you're going to leave for a while, I become afraid that you won't return. :(
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