The dance was all there was.

People tend to dance when they are happy.

She would dance when she was sad.. or angry.. or both.

I could never tell.

Dancing in grief was her way of protest.

Or her way to bleed out her rage.

I could never tell.

Sometimes she was Durga.

And sometimes she was Kali.

I could never tell.

Perhaps she was the night.

Or perhaps the night was her.

I could never tell.

The dance was all there was.

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