He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the WestThe future is not in the hands of fate, but in ours.
Americans and Europeans: Dancing in the Dark - On Our Differences and Affinities, Our Interests, and Our Habits of LifeWrithing bodies fused as one on the dance floor, limbs tingling, lungs drunk on the lust-filled air.
AlexI know nothing, except what everyone knows--if there when grace dances, I should dance.
Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on FaithI could watch her dance for hours, Because she's always dancing inside of my heart.
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