It is true. We are not going anywhere.
“Stabilitas loci” as the monks say.
How boring you think.
But have you seen willow dance?
Letting the wind have his way with her
whooshing up her dress tail
bending her backwards in his arms
shimmying her long trembling limbs
in that torrid way?
Stabilitas loci: to remain in one place; monastic vow of stability
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