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oh man oh man. the girl on the dance floor at greenspirit in thailand over new years. she was thin, short skirt, tights? or tall boots, and a purse under her sholder the whole time, a scarf on her head. And she was out there, tapped in. she would stare at some point in the sky and dance like she was communicating. she was my dancing teacher and sister and i never knew it before then.
we never spoke or made any sort of nonverbal "hello"- but i watched her and i think she watched me- and it would make me happy to look up and see her up ahead of me- surrounded by people and men and she was not there and there and beyond there body rigid, one leg moving at the knee, her short hair under a headband, her face looking upward at the sky or down at the ground, listening, searching the music for the answers, for the message, for the rhythm.
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