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The Moor’s Last Sigh Pg. 138
”Once a year, my mother Aurora Zogoiby liked to dance higher than the Gods. Her white hair flying around her in long loose exclamations, her exposed belly not old-bat-fat but fit-cat-flat, her bare feet stamping, her ankles a-jingle with silver jhunjhunna bell-bracelets, snapping her neck from side to side, speaking incomphrehensible volumes with her hands, the great painter danced her defiance, she danced her contempt, for the perversity of mankind.