Ecstatic Spaces
The chant shakes the crowd, uncorking the energy of the masquerade. This is our stomping ground. Nothing can hold us back. We display ourselves, we play ourselves. Uncontrolled bodies pelt rhythmically. Bouncing backsides, arms and legs move in all directions. In a mess of sweat, feathers, and beads...
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| Language: | en |
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2011
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| Online Access: | http://hdl.handle.net/10012/5719 |