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			Chattel Dance
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			One woman pauses on the side of the road, sheds her mask, bares her dark face to the burning sun while sweat beads and rolls down her cheeks; the salty trails evaporate. The mask drops from her hand-- a synthesis of flowers she designed as a fierce bird with wings spread around her head--and falls beneath the feet of the dancing crowd, unnoticed. A young man steps up behind her, his arms suddenly around her waist
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