Dear Lilie,
I am pleased that you like the image.
Let us catch the beauty of the Lilie as its petals unfold.
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Now I am back to the dance and I found these words by Norman MacLean:
I sat on the riverbank and forgot and forgot,
until what remained was the river that went by
and I who watched. On the river the heat mirages
danced with each other and then they danced
through each other and then they joined hands and danced around each other. Eventually the watcher joined the river, and there was only one of us.
I believe it was the river.