In the middle of the night, long after all had gone home, long after all was quiet, would she suddenly awake. She would awaken with sadness in what passed for her heart. With longing. And with this awakening she would find the strength and power to start up, independent of the little beings that controlled her in the day, and she would begin to spin. To spin and laugh her silent laughter. To envision forms filling her swings, laughing with her, talking to her, sharing in her joy.
And she would spin until the first light of dawn spilled upon the horizon.
And she would spin until she knew she could spin no more before THEY came back.
And she would spin. |
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