

Dawn And Sky, 2Translucent mist or sheerest silk: what pastel colors envelop them as we dance just beyond the world's reach. Their unshod feet glide where they will every day, everywhere.Dawn And Sky, 2


Dawn And Sky, 1Dawn and Sky, dancers, enter the room at your waking, as if summoned by the fitful end of your dreams. Fifteen and fourteen years: their beauty is beyond what even you could imagine, as far above the world as their names imply.Dawn And Sky, 1
Like beautiful boys and girls of legend: clad in their shortened tunics (sleeveless), and sheer, silk stockings the pastel colors of morning (shoeless), they dance for the joy of it, androgynous toward the feminine, and for your own joy they glimpse shyly.


2nd DateI bought the new clothes yesterday--- a month's allowance, but certainly worth it--- and spent two full hours in preparation, determined to look my best for her, for our first official evening out (despite the disapproval of many who know us, proving they do not know us even at all). Someone I passed on the street said, behind me, "What an attractive young man," and I was pleased; yes three-fold pleased (I would have settled for "boy"). My footsteps felt more confidant; my apparel seemed to lose its newness--- the euphemistic mask of awkwardness.2nd Date
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1st DateThey said your shoulder-length hair should be cut; that it would look more boyish (far more), short. But you disdain their somewhat shrill advice, preferring your own choices nonetheless. You scorn their prejudices that profess a newer version of old worldliness. A crisp, white shirt (a "poet's shirt" so called), with long sleeves left unbuttoned at the cuffs (that almost touch your fingertips; not quite); and faded, baggy jeans (the "painters'" style); and with them, just for her, new stripey socks (white, orange, blue; and pastel lavender around the heels and toes); sho1st Date
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