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At most one percent of the time we live we dance, and yet our arms and legs seem to be made for it: man, the dancing animal of controlled, free courtship the high stakes of our life on the stage of each other's eyes where we want to exist in the role we have obtained and kept up Deeds not done and worries fill the days, duties the mighty spirits between the scenes afraid for the body, for suffering afraid to be or not to be a dancing animal
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
The dancing animal
At most one percent of the time we live we dance, and yet our arms and legs seem to be made for it: man, the dancing animal of controlled, free courtship the high stakes of our life on the stage of each other's eyes where we want to exist in the role we have obtained and kept up Deeds not done and worries fill the days, duties the mighty spirits between the scenes afraid for the body, for suffering afraid to be or not to be a dancing animal
Collection "Metamorphic body"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC
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