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"I can't see her yet I feel her presence. Her voice seductively says, I'm here for you. Putting her hand to my heart. The low and slow strains of a bandolmeon begin. It's a tango for this dance, or so I think. As the groove changes, a quick shift for salsa begins. The temple keeps alternating. My feet keep moving to the beat as the song goes on. She's still in shadow. Her silhouette a mix of previous partners. The song ends."