Lightning Dancing 101

I practiced calling the wind like a Yaqui maiden. I sang to the storms as a beloved sorceress. I witnessed the lightning strike in time to my crescendo, a testament to my revelry for the great sky-father. I witnessed myself a catalyst, daughter to a clear conduit. The ultimate catalyst: allowing my electric heart to rouse my gratitude into a dance with my sorrow and witness the heavens dancing with my bitter joy.

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