Feather Dance

In Mexico, they say, even Death dances. Every day on the Zocalo, there a people dancing, dressed up in animal skins and colourful fabrics, adorned with elaborate feather arrangements, bell shells around their ankles, or dressed in white with red swashes of fabric tied around waist and head. The steady rhythm of drums, thick clouds of incense, the haunting sound of a sea shell being blown, chants, stomps, whirls.

I pick up a feather from the ground.

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