Tag Archives: Unwritten Stories

The last pleasure

Each time before the dance began, the spider span a sweet, calm coast of cliffs with his mouth. Fire blew tiny gold demons across the rocks and into the spider’s legs and hairs, taking him into the flight of imaginary … Continue reading

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What a dance could be

Shall we talk about what a dance could be? A thousand stories and moods could be told through just one step. The possibility of interaction through some form of gestural motion, or a hummed note, does hold a certain amount … Continue reading

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