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The movement. Her arm rose slowly pulling the earth energy towards the ceiling while a subtle cadence of the hips hypnotized our eyes. The arm stayed up for a while and effortlessly began to fall, not sharply but definite, until the hand rested on the stomach. Her beautifully shaped legs were rocking to the right and to the left, slowly, with graceful abandon, chanting a love song. The voice. From a very deep space within her. A very private space. It tells a story within the story. While she is singing the exquisite lyrics of her songs, her voice lets us share a very intimate place with her, a place where she is a child a passionate woman her love for love her fear of rejection her loved ones…her band…her audience… love…passion… a playful child her lust her lust for life fear of life success love of success…not fear of success being a woman. Thank you so much. R.K.