Rufous H.

August 1, 2013

Early one June morning, as she revived from torpor, as her heart returned to its busy pulsations, the air all around filled with one hundred jewels a shimmer. She knew at once it was another ploy to woo her. But this! A lek! The hum of two hundred buzzing wings, mesmerized. The flashes of, crimson, sapphire, emerald, gold left her dizzy, off kilter. Mr. Rufous H. observed the swell of her breast, the softened gaze. He knew that finally he had exceeded the measure to touch her improbable perfection.

Batik by Abby Paffrath

Batik by Abby Paffrath

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