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The dancers (Free verse) by richa

I can see a henge and its stone circle of bodies, some still, some imitating the steps of a young dancer slowly retracing and then collapsing under gravity, then finding their feet again. I could see ghosts live among us colliding in the planes forged in air wandering into us, placing their hands on ours in much the same way as they. I can see them dancing again imitating shapes like a young dancer.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 11-Jan-07/8:01 AM
Alexander Horsfall_Turner. Left column, 8th picture down. Sadly the years have not been kind to his cheeks; they've lost much of their former lustre.




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