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Back Outside

I returned from the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival last night late. The transition this year has been hard, ranging from sheer rage at patriarchy, white man's culture, to deep sadness, resolve, hope. What I miss most about those woods is the noise: women loudly proclaiming, beating drums, chanting, singing, in conversation with other women, crunching and creaking down those wood paths wordlessly, the swish and clap of thighs dancing. Today I'm gathering all those voices, holding them.