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Maria Pandalai

The Inaugural Firedance Festival

Sweat beads formed on my upper lip as I glanced across the open field nestled amongst swaying palm trees. Geckos, butterflies, frogs, emus and lizards graciously started entering the arena.  Colours began to explode; the chanting became melodic with movements timed like synchronized swimmers. Astonishment spread across my face. A wise looking man, a cultural...