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inthe_dreaming) wrote2011-01-16 06:23 pm
inthe_dreaming) wrote2011-01-16 06:23 pm
Journal Free Write - January 16th, 2011
Her bow dances across the strings of her fiddle, voice raised to carry, one booted foot tapping out the beat.
""Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maya," she sings. Words not her native tongue but once taught to her in the form of song. She has sped it up slightly from some of the more traditional versions for the purposes of dancing.
So far the audience is enjoying it, dance and drink, food and merriment carrying for once no resentment of silence and loneliness to come after.
She has found someone, now. Maybe she doesn't love him quite the way she loved Graham, maybe she is trying very hard to still believe she does not love him at all, but one day she will admit it to herself. For now it is enough just to be overly fond of him and enjoy her time in his presence.
Even if he is a fedora.
""Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka maya," she sings. Words not her native tongue but once taught to her in the form of song. She has sped it up slightly from some of the more traditional versions for the purposes of dancing.
So far the audience is enjoying it, dance and drink, food and merriment carrying for once no resentment of silence and loneliness to come after.
She has found someone, now. Maybe she doesn't love him quite the way she loved Graham, maybe she is trying very hard to still believe she does not love him at all, but one day she will admit it to herself. For now it is enough just to be overly fond of him and enjoy her time in his presence.
Even if he is a fedora.