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works

dancer in white tunic looks up and reaches two arms upward
divisions the empire has sown
two dancers in dark clothes. one faces away and arches back, one reaches toward the left
fellow traveller
two dancers back to back sit with legs bent under a yellow circle of light
zero
one dancer in black tank top and white pants holds two hands against left shoulder while looking up
remaining tender
one dancer in black button down and gold leggings reaches toward the sky.
all the things we'll never be
two dancers lay on gray marley floor in gold shorts and tank tops
black holes
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