Virgo 29. Pagans purifying themselves beneath a waterfall.
They put aside their feathers by the pool, and entered naked the falling water. The goddess cooled them, her white hair falling from the high rocks, her splashing washing away the dark footprints of demons who had journeyed through their auras.
Her lover the light always came to play in her, and they, as they bathed washed themselves with his sparklings and shadows. Sighing, the rocks’ bellies rose and fell, yielding their hardness to her and growing soft beneath her touch.