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From the emptiness of the space left by our embraces, only the frantic circle of memories only remains. A dance, Bodies stretch, tear and entwine ... Persecutions, War perhaps, as the breath of absence prevails and the weight of loneliness sounds. A man wakes up naked in the ruins of past conflict. Then the memory of bodies embracing, tearing each other up, and remembering.