They gather together laughing; their faces tipped toward the light. Some sit and…


They gather together laughing; their faces tipped toward the light. Some sit and some stand with fingers dipped in gilded jars  and pots of rich color. The creams and powders kiss the skin of the women, the warriors, who will stand and emerge from their sacred tents empowered by the feminine rite of adornment. The world fears such power for they are the gatekeepers between life and death; they wear their colors to look poisonous. They are beautiful birds of paradise, shining smudges brighteni…

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