Dancing Cloud, Dancing Cloud
can’t hear the drumming of her heart
clear and loud, clear and loud.
Lost within, far away from her tribe,
she has forgotten her primal truth.
Dancing Cloud’s soul – has been bribed
throughout her wild and stormy youth.
The delicate, nearly see-through mist drifts across the meadow, lifting unhurriedly and letting the golden light of dawn illuminate the dew-soaked grass. The wildflowers turn their heads lazily towards the sky as they seek the warmth of the first sun rays. With a wicker basket in her hand, a young woman enters this pristine temple…
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Meet Poziomka The Little Red Teapot. It comes from the Czech Republic, although its exact origin is unknown. I would imagine it was created somewhere in Japan, judging by its style, but who knows? *** I saw Poziomka for the first time in my favourite Teahouse in Cesky Tesin. It sat on a shelf, among…
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English Version coming soon… Działo się w to magicznym bezczasie, w jednej z wielu krain Wszechświata. Krainę tę zamieszkiwały różnorodne plemiona, które, jak to między plemionami bywało, żyły ze sobą czasem w zgodzie, a czasem w konflikcie. W krainie tej panowała jednak równowaga. Każde plemię miało swoje miejsce i swój dar, którym dzieliło się z…
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“How about we dance with bubbles?” she asked, seeing my worried face. “Dance with bubbles? What do you mean?” I stared at her, my eyes full of doubt. “Yes… yes… Just wait and see,” she whispered and ran to the kitchen. She came back after a few minutes with a bucket, two sticks (why she had the…
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