These hips remain better suited for dancing than for carrying the load of your millennia of fears.
My son's mother is a pirate, born an orphan on fire, who carried the lantern too long trying gently to ease people to be unafraid of their own dark all the while being asked to ignore the waves and the wind and the beauty of the storm.
If you want to find us, follow the smell of salt water, listen for the birds and look to the stars.
We're headed there. Join us if you hear the call of the ocean, too.
Leave your laws and your order behind you, though, when you come.
My son's mother is a pirate, born an orphan on fire, who carried the lantern too long trying gently to ease people to be unafraid of their own dark all the while being asked to ignore the waves and the wind and the beauty of the storm.
If you want to find us, follow the smell of salt water, listen for the birds and look to the stars.
We're headed there. Join us if you hear the call of the ocean, too.
Leave your laws and your order behind you, though, when you come.
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