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December 15, 2010
The tree was hung with chimes and colored glass bottles. When the wind blew, the chimes sang, and the bottles sent colors scattering across the ground. It was nearly overwhelming to stand beneath it and hear and see so many different things.

My sister and I used to wait for a storm and then rush outside to try and catch the cloud-hazy colors beneath our feet before they swung away into the sky.

A woman watched us play once. "You have a dancer's spirit." She told me.

It wasn't until years later that I understood what that really meant.