Breaking Trance

Breaking Trance March 22, 2010

It is raining lightly and the sheep are

standing still in the wet field, stopped

by beads of water from the sky on their

ears, their eyes, their mouths. They look

like statues breaking their trance. Alive

for the first time, they wonder, what is

this magical place where the very air

kisses you everywhere. Falling in

love with the world is like this.

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