d.a.n.c.e.f.o.r.y.o.u.r.d.a.d.d.y.
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Her body flickers in an attic. A triangle, align; she is flung in a poltergeist semaphore. At once woman, creature and form, she dances anticipation. A whisper, ‘he’s coming home.’
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