Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
female nude reclining
flaming june painting
The fog, dispersed by a torrent of rain, snaked around the swamp in diaphanousswirls. Scooting along amid the pounding rain was a single R2 droid looking for hismaster. Artoo-Detoo's sensing devices were busily sending impulses to his electronicnerve ends. At the slightest sound, his auditory systems reacted—perhapsoverreacted—and sent information to the robot's nervous computer brain. It was too wet for Artoo in this murky jungle. He aimed his optical sensors inthe direction of a strange little mud house on the edge of a dark lake. The robot,overtaken by an almost-human perception of loneliness, moved closer to the windowof the tiny abode. Artoo extended his utility feet toward the window and peekedinside. He hoped no one inside noticed the slight shiver of his barrel-shaped form orheard his nervous little electronic whimper. Somehow Luke Skywalker managed to squeeze inside the miniature house,