After that Eclipse On the other side of this Earth, the moon shadow dances … & here the afternoon sea roughens as its tide, a chill wind rises. After that eclipse, this sea softens. The setting sun, a magenta cinder burning fiercely through a gash in the heavy clouds. Orisha Storm Oyá flings her lightning across the sky fierce, her wind- breath gusting This torrential rain surges & swirls down the streets towards the sea Sullying her blue skirts white caps gyrating as Yemayá wildly dances to That strong voice of Changó his drums thundering thundering through this late afternoon
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