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Andrea ScarpinoToo much of anythingwill bend you to your knees. rotation. Arms pulled This is physics, ballet. Once there was a girl I loved, Each pirouette, a blur an accident, her body flung, pulled back to earth. blur of highway, sky. You see? What it means to be bound, free.
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