A murmur of whirring wings,an eddy of starlingsconverges and separatesin the helices and pirouettesof an aerial ballet. Follow the moon and Earthas they trip a tantriclight fantastic,cheek to cheek, face to face,inhaling each other’s breath. Why let words get stucksomewhere between uswhen hands and bodies talk?Express them in movement,in the way you dance and walk! […]
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