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She stood in motion - he stood to the side. She smothered the room, her soul sliding along the floor - she was ecstasy in the moment - while he stood to the side. She moved with the untold breeze in the room, swaying to rhythms untold and unknown. She stretched her arms wide, so wide - and hummed the names of the dead - and he stood to the side. She was at the centre of the moment, at its pinpoint heart. While the pulses beat and the waves crashed - the sky in turn thumped and the earth moaned and shuddered. She stood in continual motion - he stood always to the side.