Calves on fire, feet blister on wood, they dance. They dance, sweating, fevered, another circle to the left holding hands, another set of high kicks, more do-see-do-ing. Muscles break down, searing, longing. Elder bones break, pressure against foreheads and between ears. Pounding. Lungs willing to give up breathing. The fiddler won’t stop: he brings bow…

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