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holy rhythms
Lisa Panepinto mesmerized with thousands of people in dark theater my breath held in silence listening to nina simone sing wild is the wind over surround sound as golden solo dancer moved in graceful waves like branches in wind a single deer in snow dancing fluidly towards cedar wrapping himself in moss bark walking away transformed like love itself my teacher saying stand against attacks on children women black people the holy rhythms of our hands our songs our lips |