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today I light this morning fire for you. In prayer and hope, love and thanks. It’s red flames mark the air, dance in the wind, and lick at the sky. The sun looks down, greeting the fire. Two sisters, this flaming sun and these shooting flames. They speak to each other in movement and form. Limitless in their communication. Unbound by these words. It is a miracle to watch them mingle and collide, speaking as only sisters do. This smoldering ash in clouds of smoke drift upwards, making the invisible,visible. As one reaches the other descends. This meeting, this touching. A sacred act. An intimate gesture. they rise, they fall. And in between , they become one.

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