“Can you…can you move it, Ari?” I hear my mom whisper, and I glance to the side to see tears streaking down her face, her fingers pressed delicately to her lips as she stares up at this incredible thing that we’ve created.
I turn back to the fire, concentrating, and as I sway slightly to the left…yes! My smile deepens when I discover that the whirlwind itself moves left too. I move back to the center and again to the right, moving like a dancer – like the ballerina I was raised to be. The whirlwind of flame and shadow goes too.
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