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Her arms flailing pinwheeling through the air in dramatic attempt at emphasis. His arms across his body to absorb the impact from her words. Her eyes wide like something possessed, as expressionists weep. His eyes closed to keep at bay the wicked witch. Welcome to the new tribal dance.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
The New Tribal Dance
Her arms flailing pinwheeling through the air in dramatic attempt at emphasis. His arms across his body to absorb the impact from her words. Her eyes wide like something possessed, as expressionists weep. His eyes closed to keep at bay the wicked witch. Welcome to the new tribal dance.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC
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