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in whispered contortionsDNA enacts slowmotion recorded unfoldsthis dance when Isadora Duncan finds herformer self Ash tree-reborn, flung arms(branches) in leafyabandonto onlookers envyingher freedom,rootedness,her tottering breakneck affectionatejust flutteringbalance
Glorious photos, Ms.M.I love the Isadora Duncan ash. Many thanks to Anon for such a perfect match.
Wonderful poem, Anon, very fitting!Anon and I both thank you, Dive. Hope all is well with you.
I was really hoping to see some dub step moves by a certain mustachioed man....
Is that you, Mr. Sands? :-)
the Sandman resurfaces. Will connect offline!
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