The North Wind whispered to the Great Southern Plain, “Let’s breathe until we are no more.”
“Sure, sweetie.” The Great Southern Plain opened wide and breathed the North Wind in… deep and slow.
With the roar of many voices the Falls of the East disgorged over the omphalos of the Great Southern Plain. And the Western Chines straightened its stone shoulders, bristling, thrusting its spiky, serrated nipples at them.
“It’s okay, sugar,” sighed the Great Southern Plain invitingly. “You can breathe with us.”
So they hugged together and they breathed together until they were no more.
And then Morning came.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
I am not sure if I am turned on or off by this. :p
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Either is a legitimate response. 😛
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Oh I meant ‘parallels’. Oops.
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Ah, yes. That makes sense now! 😛
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I live on an island, so my plains are the sea, but I think I know what you mean.
Beautifully spoken, like my math teacher, who once said “Paralells are lines that meet in infinity”.
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You live on an island? Oh wow! That sounds very cool! 😀
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Oh yes it is, especially in the winter 😉 .
It is very small, so one needs help to locate it:
https://www.openstreetmap.org/search?whereami=1&query=54.18109%2C7.89051#map=17/54.18109/7.89051
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Holy carp, that’s small! I could love living somewhere like that for a while! 😮
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Oh, I like that
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Thanks so much, Crispina!
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🙂
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This is beautifully written! I could visualize these words clearly.
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Aw, thank you so much!
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