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Northern Lights

They came dancing without rules, fervent visitants, fanning flamingo dresses of furious prisms, figments so lustrous, figurantes in gleeful percussive permutations, Their luminous spectral syncopation dazzling against a stark dark vista, against the opaque nocturnal skyline, against all the bruises of one’s psyche. They came dancing. They were currents of tormented effulgence, wave upon wave, a rocky glistening sea, a silent tumultuous celebration. To behold is to be enraptured, to abandon all wretchedness, to suspend all awareness of the human capacity for cruelty. In the flood of the flaming sky, one is lifted by inexplicable wings, by the ballroom careening intoxication. They came dancing without rules.

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Date: 3/31/2021 6:13:00 PM
Wow Thomas! I have always wanted to see the Northern Lights (and Southern Lights too), and this just made me wish I was there now. I like the way you personify them as dancers.
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Thomas Wells
Date: 4/2/2021 3:14:00 PM
Hi Jennifer, Witnessing the Northern Lights was a mystical experience for me. I always treasure your comments because you offer such unique insights. Thank You!"