Cut, swat, creep, run. The wisest among them had shiny black hair adorned with laurel.
Skip, hop, shuffle, trot. Naturally it wouldn't be long before golden epaulettes graced his shoulders. Stagger, sidewind, swagger, coast. He had "that" way about him. Breeze, baby, breeze.
Wee, she, with the bright brown eyes and ringlets of auburn hair, redefined innocence and personified fearlessness. A natural, natural; she was over confident and equipped with wings. Flit, flicker, skim fly.
For no good reason at all and for every good reason that one can find in between, the matriarch acclimated. And when at all possible, the favor and grand service of being present and conscious was also a gift she'd impart. For these people, she would go to the end of the earth. Fly, float, soar, rise.
And then there was the sire, the compassionate provider. He was the one to love. His eyes made music and his heart made them one. The one were all for him. Jump, gallop, run, walk.
It is here that there journey begins.
One, two, three, four. The future and the past. The present of the presence of the four was a gift in and of itself. Together they descended into life. Cool, foamy life. Life that was loud and clear, cool with expectations. Can we dip our feet in they wondered. Of course, answered the world.
Life; it never felt so good. Together they swam, wrestled and tumbled over life until eventually they were up to our ankles. Calves, shins, knees, thighs...soaked...breasts backs, cheeks, submerged.
Absolutely submerged in life. Dipped. Wetness never felt so good. Being drenched in life was like love. Making love to love. Lovely. Just perfect. All that is right.
Life without interruptions.
Life with countless interruptions.
Pure, unadulterated, perfectly immaculate, divinely unreal and sacredly religious; life.
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