Rain clouds hung low, but held their release as we gathered around The Covering—the crowd organically standing, kneeling, sitting, and changing shape as others joined. We formed a heartbeat & pulse around this trauma site and began to breathe new life into a space where death had been the primary order of business.
The air was unusually crisp for late May in Oklahoma, but the coolness allowed for the crowd’s closeness, so we gathered shoulder to shoulder, huddled as if witnessing sacred instructions whispered gently in the air.
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