curving my body through space,
right hand sweeping up, left hand sweeping down ...
as if to catch something in mid-air, mid-flight ...
That's when I realized Naomi had just tossed her bottle
on the floor in front of me ...
A moment of pure inter-action ...
I could not say which came first :
the bottle falling or my movement
so inextricably linked were the two actions ...
The movement born of stillness ...
The sound born of silence ..."
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