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"There was a weight in the early autumn air. Though they were both persistent in their presence, it was neither the oppressive heat nor the dense humidity that animated the atmosphere this day. The air was fattened, rather, with promises of things to come. Bad things."
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Stunning shot for an amazing activity! Don’t think I can even imagine doing a fire dance like that. I really like the length (height?) of the shot, as you said to show the rain, but also the full breadth of the fire he’s producing. Wow!
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Wow! that’s stunning. 🙂
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