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‘Twirls, dips,
flutter of skirts,
prancing, cavorting,
dovetailing synchronically,
swiveling hips,
entwining legs,
spinning to and fro,
fierce frenzy,
Caliente! Caliente!
everything blurs together
on the brink of ambrosia, until
suddenly
the sun
starts
setting.’
- C. Nelson
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