The Sun Lucretion setting Over the New Delphi Crystal

As we stood at Logan’s Point looking toward The Crystal, the northern sky was a wonder of dancing aurora lights. The crowd contained the usual mix of Hectarians, Trinities, pilgrims, tourists, the desperate, and the skeptically curious. Mystics and witches fingered their prayer beads and repeated their secret mantras; introverts were silent in awe, and the extroverts exclaimed, “Look! Isn’t the sky beautiful?” Deaf to parental admonitions, irrepressible children danced around with hyperactive glee. Women wept and dreamt of unborn children and gardens of fecund beauty while men embraced other men and spoke words of meaning that they actually believed.

As we stood at Logan’s Point looking toward The Crystal, the northern sky was a wonder of dancing aurora lights. The crowd contained the usual mix of Hectarians, Trinities, pilgrims, tourists, the desperate, and the skeptically curious. Mystics and witches fingered their prayer beads and repeated their secret mantras; introverts were silent in awe, and the extroverts exclaimed, “Look! Isn’t the sky beautiful?” Deaf to parental admonitions, irrepressible children danced around with hyperactive glee. Women wept and dreamt of unborn children and gardens of fecund beauty while men embraced other men and spoke words of meaning that they actually believed.

From: Dance of the Warrior and Witch by Martha Fawcett

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