Monochromatic Bright and shade lie grafted on the floor. The warm wood expands (to), the cold "And A-gain!" contracts. Opposites attract and stretch out their black and white arms towards the others "And UP!" showing bare arabesques and stocking-ed développés. Toes point at the dust continually disturbed and floating in the sunlit air: tiny burning flames dancing round the Lycra bodies of burning minds, shouting, and fire-fuelled muscles, obeying: "Bend!", "Build!" push-pulling "Hold!" stretch-lifting "Fold!" step-turning, spinning, slowing, "Control!"-harnessing every limb's ambition to fly and dancing! Dancing, dancing, Dancing! from ´'Nostalgia' in I sleep, I dream
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