I danced to bring rain.
I danced to communicate with my Father.
I danced to save my Grandmother.
I danced to cure a brother.
I danced to charm Little Miss Big Moon.
The whole tribe was saved.
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continuum of erraticism. poetic subjective, imagined & interrogated qualia.
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