Chandi, seeing the bare trees, missed the opulence of the recent New England autumn, and so she chose her most vibrant silks of deep reds and oranges to compensate for the lack as she waltzed through the heavens while the enraptured Sun wrapped his rays around Earth to be her stage light, and the roaring rapids of the Mascoma became her orchestra, and no one who attended the performance could fail to be moved, unless they were of the Underworld.

No one said it couldn’t be a LONG sentence. 🙂 I watched the full moon from my window late into the night…

Visit Linda G. Hill, the hostess for One-Liner Wednesdays for some wonderful quick reads and to learn the guidelines (few) for participating.


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