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Aug 2017
Dance deep beneath the central bar,
jump, spin, step and blur;
bruise, slide, collapse, collide,
pick yourself up and ssmile
a grin that shouts: never give in.
Pick up the beat, refuse defeat,
skip, slap,
skip, slap,
skip, slap, - leap,
let your feet - fly
...and repeat.
On the South Bank in London stands Festival Hall. It's a multi layered building with space for a variety of arts events. When there's not much going on youll find teenagers practicing street dance. The grace with which they execute the finished product comes at the cost of repeated practice with some bruises thrown in.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  61/M/London, U.K.
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