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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. 12-Jan-07/8:26 AM
I don't work in IT.

We quizzed Hunstman about their penchant for the single button: apparently, you can place a single button at exactly the right place, so when you button up the jacket it is perfectly balanced. With two buttons, you inevitably end up with the top one slightly too high.




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