THE WEAVE:
…Venus speaks…
"I may never know what it feels like, to hear one thousand people sing my song, but I have known the song of a thousand frogs in Spring. There will be no standing ovation, for my work in the World, but I have known the hearty clap of rain on my poncho, as I walk the llamas home, in a storm. I have been a muse, so many Times. I no longer wish to be the girl in the song, in the poem, in the dream. I'd much rather be the one who is actually held."