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Swimming from the green misty woods to the blue morning sky, the emerald dragon’s scaly body slid back and forth against the air, like a snake swimming through water. Each polish scale reflected lights in flashes, silvery diamonds glittering when touched by the newly reborn sun. Clouds gathered and moved in curious circles like stone ripples in a Zen garden with each turn and swirl of the serpent’s long tail.
The monks held poses, waiting far beyond the normal time to shift stances, watching the impossible.
Dragons only flew above free states. The Emerald Valleys had knelt for generations at the Throne of Providence, their dragon sleeping deeply. What had happened?
(words 111; first published 2/25/2024; created 11/20/2023)