Even when she walks through the marketplace at noon her hips have the same sway they have on a full moon night in the temple that is her home. She rarely leaves there. But from time to time she likes to venture down into the city that was the place of her birth, Ur, her home before she was taken into the temple as a girl. She feels little connection to the townspeople now and there are few familiar faces. Some of the men seem to know her and she remembers something about them. Not the way they look, but the way they move.
Temple Hymn ~ A Sumerian Memory
Temple Hymn ~ A Sumerian Memory
Temple Hymn ~ A Sumerian Memory
Even when she walks through the marketplace at noon her hips have the same sway they have on a full moon night in the temple that is her home. She rarely leaves there. But from time to time she likes to venture down into the city that was the place of her birth, Ur, her home before she was taken into the temple as a girl. She feels little connection to the townspeople now and there are few familiar faces. Some of the men seem to know her and she remembers something about them. Not the way they look, but the way they move.