I saw her.  They all laughed at me when I first said I did.  But I know I saw
her.  She was dressed in the colors of autumn, reds and browns with splashes of orange.
Patterns of leaves covered the silk she wore on her lovely legs, and her hair spilled
out behind her in the wind as she danced.  Arms swirling out in a windstorm; it was a
sight of such a grace and beauty that she could not have been of this side of mortality.
Her legs kicking into the air in the steps; face flushed with excitement.  I watch from
my hiding place, knowing a single movement and she would flee.  Mesmerized.  Hours passed,
or maybe minutes.  Time runs together in this existence of mine, but that moment stands
out so clear.  So pure in form and expression.  Something I shall never forget.  
	Slender and carrying a grace no human could ever have, she danced by starlight.  
They laugh in disbelief; fools and bastards, the lot of them.  Something they hadn't 
seen, couldn't understand.  They thought I was drugged, drunk or something.  They refuse
to see beyond their own limited perceptions of what reality is suppose to be.  As if we
do not violate so many definitions of reality anyway.  I know what I saw!
	The red lips and the rose of the cheeks; long hair the brown of acorns just
fallen to the ground.   I could see her, that image hiding in the trees.  Peaking out
at the mortals as they passed by.  I blinked and she was gone.  But curiosity made me
return at dusk, and I got to see her dance!  
	A fury in it, unlike any I'd ever seen.  Like freedom, the sheer and untamed
wild.  Her beauty mind numbing!  Who could have seen the dance and the dancer and not
fallen madly in love with them both?  None, mortal or immortal alike, all broken and
bowing to her spell.  An intoxicant of such exquisite bouquet that I was enraptured
from that moment and ever after.
	To see her one more time, to lay this beast to rest by professing my obsession
with the dance.  In that last moment of twisting grace, her body seemed to be lighter
than air, thin as a whisper, strong as the desires within me.  She seemed to float tiptoe
on the moonlight, her eyes sparkling with dew as she reached to embrace something beyond
this world.  And slowly she became the wind, lifted like a leaf to be blown to her home.
Another place so much more lovely than this vulgar flesh we wear.  Lost to me, until I
find a way to follow.  To that place Arcadia, and then I will meet her again, and she
will be mine.

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