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Fireknife

Waiting for the bus downtown in winter, a large building has a video screen with a film projected 30 feet wide. A dark field is suddenly lit by a spiraling flame. A tanned, beautiful face comes into view, green palms collar his neck, skirt his shirtless waist, and cuff his wrists. He is a fireknife dancer, twirling the machete-like nifo oti, or โ€œtooth of death.โ€ He brings the long flamed edge to his open mouth like a hot drink and taps it to the edge of his tongue where a brief lap of blue and orange ignites and smokes out like a bare-skinned dragon and I think, โ€œyes, perhaps a trip to Hawaii.โ€

[image: Joe McNally from The Hot Shoe Diaries: Big Light from Small Flashes]

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