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8 October 2008. Dawn light push over filigree ridge--barely the tops of alders and pines, tiny against the sky... Distinct, as in shape--a woman's arms, held close to her side--radius and ulna--lovely by extension.
Dust motes in stage lights, worn wooden floor, dancers in gray--white handkerchiefs held high...
Panuelos blancos...
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