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The Dragonflies Dance

On a late Summer day in August a light breeze is the catalyst for winged dragons that emerge. I watch an ancient tradition unfold before my eyes as the dragonflies dance. They swoop, they dive, and then bow, and curtsy pirouetting on air currents. In my minds eye I see myself dancing With the winged creatures. We dance for the designer, rejoicing in exuberance for the gift of earthly days. Forever changed we become as He joins in the dance, and we dance symmetrically. Someday the King and I will for all eternity dance with the dragonflies.

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Date: 9/3/2022 7:01:00 PM
Hi guys I’m new to this forum and normally I write short stories and one published young adult book. Please free to critique this work as it is not my normal genre. Please be gentle. ???? This may help in the editing or overhaul process.
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