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The Story
By sunrise the self that arrived is gone.
The drums came through the darkness first. Around the fire the dancing ran loose, every body on its own rhythm and all of them held by the same force coming up out of the earth. Sacred herbs went into the flames and the skin carried what they gave off. Steps quickened, breaths deepened, and the night tightened around the circle until everything inside it had a clearer and more honest shape.
Dawn came softly. The drums faded, the bodies settled, and the fire stayed on as embers holding the night. Dry earth. Animal heat still coming off the ground. Fading ash, a thin line of first light drawn across the ground, and fur wrapped around whoever is still sitting there.
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