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©David Lewis Photography
Lightning on Angel Peak
Now and then we are privy to spectacle so profound as to clobber us out of our usual existence to a state of grace, privy to power so manifest we cannot hide our eyes. Such gifts demand our cooperation: our wild eyes, our willing heart, our song of celebration. In turn, we are allowed to become wet without caring, hear lightning hiss without flinching, hear love’s call without resisting.
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