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Prologue

Dance is the hidden language
 

Mums, the river
Heralds, the fall

The soul shops
For a reality check

Fast, free power
Stored in smoke
Jewelry, windows
Oil, or a hazardous tree

Come dance

Come stand,
Probate

Tell us about yourself

Who is your cellar keeper?
Where is your horse?

Are you good with laternflies?

Did your school teach you how to dispose
Of corrosive materials?

Our motto is:

Everything to the receiver

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