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For Pocogato and the Total Eclipse of the Sun
For Pocogato and the Total Eclipse of the Sun The women were up first, following them as the fires were built. The sounds of voices drifting with the smoke as the older ones fetched water, younger ones running like puppies between their legs, the rippling of the stream over the rock, the bird song. The pink orange sky lightening to a pale blue as the men emerged, taking their time, greeting each other. Some swarmed by , others solitary, the women watched them come. A certain sense of pride filled them. The way they walked. It made the women feel safe. His hand, so large, rough, fell on her shoulder, her breath catching as she raised her eyes to his. He touched her cheek, crouching next to her. She could feel the heat from his body, smell him. A question in his eyes, she pointed towards the stream where his was filling skins. As he stood, his hand ran up her back. The shiver made her twitch, made him smile, she leaned lightly against his thigh. He honored her in all of his actions. As they ate, the men set the plan for the day’s hunt. A small was first to notice. She pointed. It was as if something had taken a small bite, a nibble from the side. The women pulled their to them, covered them with their bodies. The men formed a circle, prepared to fight. As the minutes passed, more and more of it disappeared. Women herded their families into the hogans. A woman stood at each opening. The day dimming, the shadows elongating. The birds stopped singing. It was so still. When the sun was dark, cool air swept over the village. The shaman began to chant in a low tone, begging the sun to return. In measured step, the men danced around him. The women, leaving the doorways, ran to circle to dance. The sound of their voices rose and fell like a rolling thunder far in the distance, growing stronger as more joined. The , pushed into the middle. Holding each other, their voices sweet, clear, like birds suddenly awake. Slowly, slowly, the feel of the sun on their backs. They sang, they danced until the dark was gone, until they won the sun back. Then tumbled together in a pile, praising their gods, joyous in their triumph. Today, they had fought well. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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dearest Poco...............for all the love you share. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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The things mankind has lost over the ages... or have they just moved them? Vive La Difference
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Brilliant, I love it Visit my Blog Older but no Wiser and find out more
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While I waited for the photo to be uploaded after clicking to open this post, the site warned me that it was going to be a naughty photo. And it's a solar eclipse. This site's software is seriously f**ked! It's a great photo.
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And just so... many religions were started. . And still, people follow blindly. Another great story extremely well written!
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I can feel and see every single action as it unfolds. A stunning tale of what mankind used to have in life and how it is possible to let the sun inside again. Thank you for this beautiful "tale". Your prose is amazing (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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beautiful hugsssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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An enlightening eclipse story. Glad they fought well!
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