whispering on air as on the last bit of lavender scent left in an old forgotten potpourri the children start to sing old songs around a bonfire just beginning to roar somewhere beyond the southern sea . . . songs that go back and songs to be hummed for the words have long been forgotten . . . songs to whisper and then shout until the goddess emerges from the canopy at the top of the trees that tower up into the sky . . . music that can never end as long as the goddess can survive and that’s a very long time yet . . .
my series post for today at the link. The image is from a Sotheby’s email.
https://sarahbguestperry.substack.com/p/theatrical-set-designs-and-other-9ec
