Burning Man 2009, originally uploaded by ericspaceman.

In the quiet hours before dawn the seekers who had lost their loves would gather at the Temple and quietly reflect on the void. When the flame jets would spurt toward the darkness, we would hold our breath, seeing the spirits for a brief second. Countless whirlwinds would come Sunday.

Tags: burning man 2009, loss., mini saga, temple

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