In my second year of college, I signed up for a contemporary dance course to top off my credits for the year. The classes took place in the dusty basement of one of the university’s buildings, in a room that could just about fit the 50 people that had signed up. Our teacher was a tiny lady, fairy-like but formidable in every way. In contemporary dance, …
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