Birds of a Feather – Bead Together

A big round Zen Moon face was cruising over the forest, calm and ethereal in the night sky. It was not alone among Zen Moons, but they took turns, because it would be too confusing to have multiple moons overhead. Two Fertility Goddesses were out for a pleasant stroll along the moonlit road, which was paved with Potholed Rectangles. “Damn,” she said Ms Turquoise as she turned her ankle for the third time. “I wish I didn’t have to walk down this path of potholes.” “Well,” said Ms Purple, who had so far, annoyingly, managed to step lightly over the …