They were children. They had soft mustaches and gangly arms. They were literally playing with fire. They had no fear, only smiles, smiles, laughs and concentration and they twisted and juggled the flaming sticks around one another’s heads the way magicians pull coins from bystanders’ ears. As if the illumination itself were a sleight of hand. When one dropped their stick the sand sung with heat and the boys would spit lighter fluid onto the ground like a cowboy spots tobacco, raising a chorus of blueorangeyellow, a trail of light in darkness, a shadow of the moon’s eclipse waving toward us like broken glass, curling water toward this singing sand. #fire #dance #flames #beach #langkawi #malaysia #night #moon #travel #solotravel #traveltheworld #wonder #fun #poetry

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