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EMILY B CRAVER
performer // choreographer // teacher
fidgeting around in spaces that i have yet to leave and in which i cannot exist in the way i know how. the privilege of time, the witnessing of passage, the memory of what resumes around you. things that cannot be touched. a demand for more and a hope for beyond.
avoiding the now. a palimpsest of could be and should be.
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fidgeting around in spaces that i have yet to leave and in which i cannot exist in the way i know how. the privilege of time, the witnessing of passage, the memory of what resumes around you. things that cannot be touched. a demand for more and a hope for beyond.
avoiding the now. a palimpsest of could be and should be.
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