Olympians

Warmest Dance — Grace of the Sun

The shiny sun offers a hand, entices me into a dance. The warmest ray touches my face, tattoos my skin fills me with grace. A happy tune plays in the breeze, moving the leaves on swaying trees. As wild winds sweep, whistle and chime, form perfect beats that can stop time. A stage of grass,…

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