We gathered in the grass and as the sun moved closer (or so it seemed) and the cameras clicked, we moved and then we were moved to move almost in unison. Half-way through the second form I landed in my body and I felt the sun, the wind, the grass and I felt the wave, the love move through my body and that was enough.

Watching sword-players a-leaping, drawing shapes, moving energy, springing from the earth, gracefully cutting the air and weaving a web of soft edges with sharp blades.

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