Meandering light-footedly through paths of fallen leaves and broken twigs,
The body twists, spins, turns and flips in playful movements of joyous jubilation.
The cool autumn breeze blows lightly through the hair,
Picking it up and making it dance like a marionette controlling its own strings.
Rays of light warm the naked skin.
Everywhere there is the feeling of a connection with God.
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