You can feel faint breezes as the dancers go by, Eagle feather bustles stirring motion into the air like the feathers were whispering little winds into existence, lifting themselves above the shapes of Earth, breathing the dance into being men like Eagles following the voice in the pulse of the drum, barely making ripples, never making turbulence because, they say, Eagles and Hawks never disturb the air they fly but always leave their pathways touched with calmness, blessed by the spirit of flight, caressed by each wingbeat brought into being an Eagle, Hawk or warrior dressed in leather and feathers, colored in beadwork and dancing a clean clear heart. Copyright 1995 Kaleidoscope .
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