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| The way they moved in unison was
startling. |
| Each breath he took, each tensing of his
muscles |
| matched an equal movement in
hers |
| . |
| until the rhythm brought them full
circle |
| nostalgia and regret building in their hearts
like the onset of a crescendo. |
| The music was that powerful. |
| The crooning of a soul singer |
| wielding a power that had spanned a millennia
of history |
| he knew nothing of. |
| . |
| And still he touched them. |
| And still they danced. |
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