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Cowboy Hoe Down

This long awaited date -
a hoedown it’s to be
shy smiles as we head in
we touch hands nervously

We allemande left and do-si-do
Then both head ladies chain
and breathlessly we meet 
in each other’s arms again

We swirl in sawdust on the floor
to the tune sweet Bye and Bye
Evocative is the patter
as the gold moon rises high

An anticipated moment
as the fiddle fades away
Your denim and my lace
soon lie buried in the hay

Sweet echoes of the evening
fill passion in the soul
Upon the amber straw
we both have lost control

written October 27, 2014 by Rick Parise and Andrea Dietrich
For Shadow Hamilton's Cowboy Hoe Down Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich

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Dance Of The Butterflies

I had received lots of love in years past I have felt all joys and pitfalls of it No pain seems to enter my simple life Love entertains me, that wonderful hit I know my life floats above tender hearts That which brings love, but sometimes avoids me I move quickly this way and that in air I have “dance of the butterflies” simply My life moves in all respects here and there Highs and lows of dance are of gratitude Love escapes my lips to my gracious love My eyes have passion that brings attitude
Contest: Dance of the Butterflies Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 6/5/2013 I know it's a Quatrain...a Rhyming Poem (I hope it's acceptable)

Copyright © Russell Sivey

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The Indian in the Sky

Looking at the peaceful setting,
  I look up and quickly realize.
That an image is taking shape,
  Forming in a rather large size.

It is the shape of a grass dancer,
  Grass dancing on the clouds.
Dancing to the beat of the thunder,
  I hear his dance steps aloud.

As the lightening strikes,
  The thunder rumbles, and sounds.
His feet tap four times then he strides,
  Spinning and pacing around.

Full of strength, his dance is endless,
  Yet disappears in the blink of an eye.
I was treated to a dance of cloud stepping,
  By the Indian in the sky.

Copyright © Raul Moreno

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Magical Things

I think I’ll live forever
I think I’ll refuse to die
Plant my body in the ground
My spirit’s going to fly

Please come fly away with me
Once this journey is complete
Universe can be our home
Our own magical retreat

Two celestial bodies
Darling lets take to the sky 
Forget the why, when or how
This dream is for you and I

Gliding upon golden wings
We can dance from star to star
I would travel anyplace 
So I could be where you are

Angel’s dance like fireflies
Through trails of glittering dust
In heaven magical things
Exist for people like us

It seems we have come so far
Seems the limit is the sky
When I think of who you are
Tears of joy I need to cry

Everything is what you are
You are everything to me
Long as eternity last
My soul shall be one with thee

So let’s live on forever
We will each refuse to die
Plant our bodies in the ground
As our spirits take to the sky

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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My First Ball

I've been waiting for this magical night
This year at last I'm old enough to go
The lights of the palace are oh, so bright
A sight that  sets my anxious heart aglow

The gowns, lovely hues, skirts gently sway
Whirling, twirling with the bowing, bending
The steps that delight and demand attention
Seems a kaleidoscope of color never ending

Just a small sip of wine between dances
A warm embrace and a quick stolen kiss
Silken words from  my handsome admirer
My unforgettable night of  youthful bliss 


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick

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The Dance Hall Girl

I'm standing here in limbo as 

I see him wander in.

That no townsman has warned him

is truly a mortal sin.


He slides up to the bar and 

takes a curious look around.

He orders a shot of whiskey.

No one else has made a sound.

The barman just ignores him 

as he has the others here,

and keeps on mopping up the bar

as I try to wipe a tear.

I still have strong emotions

with no way to express them.

I don't know about the others.

They all look like wooden chess men.

When that dying gunman hexed us

with that evil, malevolent curse,

he didn't doom us all to death's call

but with something even worse.

He said we'd stay almost forever,

exactly as we were right then,

until some day, some one would free us.

But he didn't tell us when.

I'm a dance hall girl who hasn't danced

for lo these many years.

I just stay as frightened as I was then

as I try to wipe my tears.

I see the stranger stiffen

as he searches for some cash.

He'll reach for it forever.

The spell has hit him in a flash.

So I know he's not the one

who can break the wicked spell.

We'll keep doing what we're doing,

but I guess its just as well.

For the only one who'll walk out

of this doomed saloon alive,

is the hombre who can break the spell

that keeps us in this dive.

When the spell has been broken 

we will all be turned to dust,

and be blown to Earth's corners

with the wind's first heavy gust.

For town of Rotgut contest.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson

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Last Night I Dreamt

Last night I dreamt
That the world was all at rest
From vice exempt
Filled with songs of mortals blessed
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
That I danced the night away
In some attempt
To hold back the morning's gray 
And we waltzed to the strains of a song
'Neath the arbour of love and repose
Glad in heart at the absence of wrong
'Mid the lilacs and hedges of rose

Last night I dreamt
Of an arbour filled with light
And then I wept
When it vanished from my sight
And I've naught but a memory dear
Of the dresses of silk and brocade
Of the moon and the stars shining clear
And the fond wish that I could have stayed

For the contest "Last Night I Dreamt..."
Catagory: Serious
Written 7/29/13

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst

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Dancing With The Devil

Dancing with the devil
Like I never danced before
Doing the fiery tango
On a fire flaming floor

In the crook of his arm
Our hips pressed together
Curving me round and round
Like I'm a weightless feather

Our feet move to Milonga
While forsaken souls watch
White cheek pressed to red cheek
His breath smells of age old scotch

My foot darts between his shoes
A fancy leg twist around his calf
Capturing the heat and passion
While trying not to hysterically laugh

If I can dance to perfection
Ironically I'll get to leave
Angels give me strength 
And let my soul win reprieve

For I was meant to dance
In paradise on a white cloud
Sent to hell for dancing the tango
In Heaven only waltzes are allowed


Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane

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Chinese Ribbon Dance

Chinese Ribbon Dance Ribbons fly in wide circles Flung by hands of maidens fair, As they dance with turns and twists, Satin ribbons fill the air. Loops of wonder, colors soft Like a rainbow, mesmerize… Music, synchronized, combine Gifts of art through ears and eyes. Ribbon circles rise and fall Twisting, turning high and low... Follow movements of skilled hands, Twirl in endless color flow. Round and round and round they go, Ribbons foster mystic trance Through the art of maidens fair… Dancers of the Ribbon Dance. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~3rd Place~ Contest: Chinese New Year & Celebrations Theme: Ribbon Dance Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi Judged: 02/15/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight

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Trochee Dance - Contest 'Trochee'

Testing me this poetry
One line, two, then three
Losing count about to pee
Eyes now crossed, I’m free

Copyright © FJ Thomas

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Solitary Dancer

She reels and dances in the hall
of her apartment home.
Imaginary leaps and whirls 
on clouds of magic foam.

Exquisite movements to a song
expressed through one pure heart.
The music in the background adds
much feeling to her art.

She seems ecstatic, unaware
of those who view her show.
Bright eyes and smile reveal her soul,
a child of light, aglow.

That solitary dancer who
flies free within herself,
now occupies a cherished niche
on our own heart's top shelf!

                            Common Verse

Copyright © Brian Baumgarn

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Dancing Trees

Rocking and swaying in the breeze Tree branches are dancing with glee Such playful action of the trees So joyous, unfettered and free Leaves are all rustling and sighing With a sound like waves of the sea Like a crescendo that rising And then subsiding gradually Leaves that fell to the grass below Perform their dancing in the air The breeze tosses them to and fro Making the show a grand affair The sun is shining in the sky Bathing everything in its light I'm feeling such a glorious high Gazing at this beautiful sight

Copyright © john beharry

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God Makes Me Dance

God makes me dance;
Stand up and raise my hands!
Jump around His perfect lands;
God makes me dance!

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin

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The Hostage

I dream beyond these battlements 
Of islands in the west 
Beyond the strings and sacraments 
That occupy the rest

My gentle sister, soft and pure 
Admires her silken sleeves 
A subtle breeze begins to stir 
The eucalyptus leaves 

And like the leaves that tremble so 
My mind will dance toward 
A distant archipelago 
Or ships that I may board 

And though the only ship I meet 
Is drawn upon a page,
In books or verses I repeat  
These thoughts I can't assuage 

I dance in sprays of golden flowers 
That sprout along a stream
I walk along the shore for hours 
Til night begins to gleam 

For I'm too young to marry now 
But houses will decree 
I ask the wind to try, somehow, 
to take me to the sea

-For Isaiah Zerbst's 'Edmund Blair Leighton' contest and inspired by his painting with the same title 

Copyright © Jeremy Martin

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Summer Fun

Summer Fun
Summer was not much fun in the teenage years
In fact there was very little of it but lots of anxious tears
Then the summer disco started in the village hall
We couldn’t believe our luck we were gonna have a ball.

But who would come to a village disco not on a bus route
There were only about fifteen teenagers, and they were all related to boot.
Oh what joy, the army camp, sent in the boy cadets
We were all allowed to mix with them and this we did you can bet.

But there I was wallflower self- conscious feeling dull
Not asked to dance by any boy no one to give a thrill
Until the tallest most handsome boy, his smile lit up the room
Came and sat with me you should have watched me bloom.

He was the catch they all wanted, but none could catch his eye
Just me sat in the corner, and he never passed me by
At the end of each dance night, we walked home hand in hand
His kisses they were magical, I was in some promised land.

We only met once a week through the summer of seventy-two
What a summer it was full of fun and happiness and never blue
I often wonder about that boy who kissed so well at age thirteen
What a catch for some woman, and of his kisses I now just dream
© 09/09/2012

Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl

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Thine Love And Mine

Art thou my one true love?
Then let our hearts entwine;
allow our souls to dance at will
and I shall call thee mine.

I claim thee as my only one,
thou knowest this is sure,
my heart hath finally found a home,
my love for thee is pure.

Tell me dost thy heart exist
to beat with mine forever,
and through the years that yet to cometh
will our souls still dance together?

Will our lips still grace a kiss
when age hath left its mark,
and will thy love still hold a flame
like a candle in the dark?

When time dost sap our vital force
thy love I'll still behold,
for I shall seeth in thine eyes
a love still young and bold.

Copyright © Emma Mantle

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Ask Her to Dance

Her hair was matted in a clump
Still she was pretty all the same
Getting water from the pump
I asked her to tell me her name

"People call me the Queen of Krump"
"yet Jezebel is my real name"
"I love music and love to bump"
"When I dance I feel no shame"

I placed a beatbox on a stump
She danced like a consuming flame
Arms flailing and gyrating rump.
Like a wild beast I could never tame

As I watched in my throat a lump
Reckless abandon was her game
In my chest I felt my heart jump
She danced for pleasure not for fame

For Kelly Deschler's "Not just any old Quatrain contest."
This was harder than I expected.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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Reflections Epode - TROCHEE

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Copyright © John Beam

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Iridescent gossamer Dragonfly
Sparkles vividly in a haze of sunlight
Reflecting lucent pools and streams
Dining on frog spider and termite

Colorful transformations glittering
Decisively emerging in lakes or marshes
Zealously protecting her territory
Equilibrium balancing harshness

Copyright © Jane Bowen

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A Season's Dance

Spring is always so full of energy She scampers around the floor Happy with a child's sure delight Just watching makes spirits soar Now summer has grown up a bit. Still able to compete with the best Her steps are measured and exact With warm glamour she is blest Fall is thoughtful and conservative Tending to dance in a golden glow She holds her partner close about The delights of harvest to bestow Winter dances in white supplication Moving slowly to her own inner beat Her dances are of sweet memory As this years dance is now complete....
10/8/13 Barbara Gorelick

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick

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The Dance

Life is a dance As we glide through time With only one partner Or many in line It may be a waltz The mood is subdued Beauty of movement Two hearts are in tune It could be the tango Latin rhythms reign Both you and your partner Your passions aflame The mood of the moment Dictates how we choose Jitterbug, twist Or you're dancing the blues Life is a dance Through good times and bad Be thankful my friends If your heart's filled with glad © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison

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Memories of the Dance

I couldn’t believe the truth
We were and I
The world stood by and watched
But they couldn't hear me sigh

My heart was so elated
It seemed a dream come true
I was there in your arms
I was there dancing with you

Our rhythm, simply perfect
Our bodies just seemed to flow
All the dancers stopped and stared
They were basking in our glow

You arms made me start to twirl
When it finished, you were gone
You left me on the dance floor
And all my dreams came undone

The lights and music played on
As I stood there all alone
I couldn't leave the dance floor
My feet had turned to stone

I heard the jeers and whispers
As I stood there in my shame
You had held me to your heart
Had it all just been a game?

You had asked me to the floor
You enticed me with your charm
How was I to ever know...
That my heart would come to harm

I rushed out of the dance hall
My mind in a numbing trance
It’s been a long while and yet
I still cannot bear to dance.

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Waste not the love of a lady

Waste not her love in all it's tender exhibits
Nor take for granted the look in her eyes
Lest her softness be calloused fictitious 
Or her trust in your heart be despised 

The strength of a man lies not in his stature
Nor the kingdoms he's built in his name
It's not in the dreams defeated or captured
Or heroically owning some blame 

The love of a lady discerns what is true
The child's heart that dwells in her man
His need to be nurtured vulnerabilities debut
Entrance to an unguarded land

There's a bravery more gallant 
Than the absence of fear
When in loves sweet embrace transparent
Gratitudes strength displayed by way of unbridled tears

Ah so few things in life so precious
As the slow dance between woman and man
Fewer still are the moments that leave you breathless
When love finds it's way past adversities plan 

I say... Waste not the love of a lady
Your rugged stance will have its due
Lavish her with pure surrender
Her last breath will whisper... "My love is true"

Copyright © Sarai Romani

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After the Summer Ball

The last dance is over, the summer ball fades away
It's early morning as we walk along the esplanade
The love of my life in the most beautiful white gown
Hand in hand we whisper, kissing in love fuelled drown

We pause as we absorb the gentle rushing of the waves
Inner feelings of desire feed the thoughts we longingly crave
The moon above delights against a cobalt ebony sky
Whilst diamonds sparkle brightly captured in her eyes

Our home we finally reach knowing the dawn will soon be nigh
On entering our bedroom a most beautiful sight espies
Behind her back she holds the most delightful of red rose
Her back now bare to open showing porcelain skin exposed

She turns to me and looks, theirs an alluring in her eyes
Slowly I walk towards her on her shoulders my hands apply
To her nape I kiss, whispering sweet nothings in her ear
Another dance has started as our longing draws ever near

With gentle steps we take, to a spread of silken sheets
Her summer ball in fall, peachy skin my eyes now meet
Lacy lingerie of white attracts the man in me
Alone my love and I, two naked torso's touching free

Adventurous we become, caressing undulations each
Sighs interrupting kisses for the sweet spots that we seek
In my hand I take the Rose brushing the petals against her pert
Touching, we start to ignite, two in love now so alert

In sync our bodies bind amidst sheets on silken lie
Mirroring waves on the ocean our gyrations in loving reply
Inner warmth excites, our joyous release so beautifully free
We melt into each other, two souls asleep, appeased

Copyright © James Fraser

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Solstice Moon

Once upon a solstice night
thou moon in perfect glory
hung an effervescent light
to tell a lonely story

A silhouette of pure white cotton
danced on the rain laden ground
her rhythm remembered of passion forgotten  
as beauty seductively moved without sound 

Fullest moon ah cricket symphonies 
floating droves of firefly light 
they found their muse by her solitary mystery 
'twas a grandest moment in life

What good reason would an olive skinned maiden
In bare feet dance under solstice moon?
her feelings were larger than her life's narration
such grand imagination needs room

The only eyes that saw her that night
were the nocturnal creatures that prey
like men riding high upon entitlements right
fierce as time... as it's 

She danced a wingless flutter
her hair like petals in the wind
like dreams laced with summer
her eyes were full of fire for the flint

To know the riddle of her soul
one must know the poets tune
examine her language without diminution
to know the ghost in the dance which she holds

Yes, once upon a solstice night
mesmerized by the lure of the moon
she left her tears upon her bed
and choose instead though alone... her dance with fate to resume

Copyright © Sarai Romani

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Acting My Age

“You’re not a giddy teenager
So why can’t you act you’re age?”
I looked at him heartbroken
Then my body shook in a rage

“Being passionate about life
Means I am acting like a child?
You demand that I be demure
Does that mean being meek and mild?

No, no, my dear, I want to shout
I want to be crazy and mad
To stick my head out the window
Belt out love songs that make me glad

I want to let my body move
To a belly dance drumming sound
I want to feel young and alive
Make love without hushing the sound

On days when I water the yard
I want to get wet to the core
As I point the hose to the sky
The wetness makes me crave for more

I want to see my sun catcher
Make the rainbows dance on my wall
And have multicolored sweet dreams
I want to wander through them all

When you take me for a long ride
I’ll let the wind dance with my hair
I want the music to be loud
What if people just stop and stare?

I want to laugh till my sides hurt
And the tears are just streaming down
I want people to be happy
So I play the part of the clown

They say life begins at forty
Now I know that it does for me
Don’t you dare try to bring me down
You know this 'girl' needs to feel free

Peter Pan’s not the only one
Who will stay forever this young
He’s got me for good company
You know, we have songs yet unsung

So…please, if I am eccentric
And acting a little insane
Remember that I’m passionate
So please, I beg you, don’t complain

And when I want to be ravished
Or to play a naughty love game
Don’t say that was for way back then
Don’t you dare try to make me tame

I desire to ingest life
At a mad and frenetic pace
I am desperate to feel the rain
Splashing down on my upturned face

You know that I must be sun kissed
And to spray on coconut spray
To do handstands in seawater
And to bask in this sun drenched day

I want to cry when things move me
I want to feel, to taste, to touch
I want to giggle like a girl
When something does please me so much

I’m sorry I disappoint you
Sorry I don’t act forty five
But before this life is over
I want to feel vibrant…alive!

Yet, I will try not to shame you
Try to tone it down just a bit
But my dear, this fact you must know
In your box, I surely don’t fit

Yes, you may think I’m 'immature'
And I may act much like a teen
But I’d rather be wild and free
Than captive to rules like a queen."

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian

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Only in his arms shall I

When closed are mine eyes
I can see only those butterflies
Surrounding me and my prince
Ouch, a wake up back does wince!

A great man, all white in beard
All acclaimed and well feared
He speaks with the sound of thunder
And glares at the sight of blunder

Should you ever wonder
Who is mine own wonder
Why? He is in my heart
Kept as a secret sweetheart

That one great man, so well known
For him, I shall go to those ways still unknown
Someone I cannot name
For so great is his fame

Such a man do I admire
As my own identical peer
Such a man I shall dance with
Even if to have a dance shall have me in grieve

A tango, a waltz or even a slow
Whichever style the melody will flow
In him I shall lose my stricture
And bear with his own pleasure!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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The Palace Dance

Chandeliers glow beneath golden cherubs
Highlighted arches; adorned the great hall.
Paintings of cupids by masters of old,
Watched from the ceiling as people stood tall –

Debutantes fluttered their lashes and fans.
Pastels reflected on floors and shone bright.
Shadows of elegance followed each beat.
Beautiful dresses adorning the night.

Gentlemen lusted as fragrances wafted.
Music was muted by instant desire.
Sconces on walls softly lit up the room.
High cultured guests dressed in formal attire.

Lords with their beautiful ladies soon waltzed.
Black tails and ties danced a rhythmical pace.
Crinolines swirled to the beat of the drum.
One, two, three, one, two, three, gliding with grace.

Bachelors entered the room through arched doors.
Holding their passions impertinently taut.
Glancing around at the ladies in white.
Acting like gentlemen as they were taught.

Courtiers sat on a couch near the door.
Necklines, sufficiently high, covered breasts.
Sharing their hopes as they giggled and smiled.
Lips ripe for kissing remained tightly pressed.

Magical moment when two young hearts met,
Waltzing to music the orchestra played.
There in the palace flirtations began.
Dancing all night there, new joys were made.

December 2, 2014

Originally Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Ballroom Delights
Revised (slightly) March 23, 2015 For Poetry Soup Member Contest SCREWED

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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Mother's Dance

Our Mother steps light through this life then another.
Her dances, weave orbits of grace, stars and moons.
She gives birth to new love in heaven's full bloom
and rains prayers of peace on her sisters and brothers.

Quatrain for Mystic Rose's Fantasy Contest 
(enclosed rhyme scheme) 6/19/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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The Concert

The ambiance was charged with excitement 
As captivating music impregnated the air
The urge to boogie beyond their control
Grooving to the beat, dancing truly unaware

Lost to the music, all inhibitions departed
Harmony pulsating through their veins
Singing along with the entertainers
When the band belted out refrains

Meeting of eyes in mutual appreciation
A ballad crooned with remarkable grace
Skin flushed and kissed with perspiration 
Magnetically pulled into a sweet embrace 

Arms wrapped pleasantly around each other
Melody inspired, moving in dreamlike states
Comfortable like they been dancing for years
Except for matching accelerated heart rates

Existing within a moment totally in tune
Blaring music only enhancing their elation
A memory made worthy of storing in the banks
Mutual passions on which to build a foundation


Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane