Monday, May 14, 2007

Inca “Eight Day Dusk” Hat

Today had been the first day of the
feast. Her throat was scratchy from the chanting that had begun at dawn
and only now slowed to a whisper as the sun sank. It had been a full
day, offerings had been made and everyone was preparing for the
harvesting of the maize crop to begin. In the dusk she breathed
quietly, watching her neighbors settle in for the evening. The moon
would rise soon. She was tired and would sleep well tonight and
tomorrow it would start again….


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