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I turned around as I said this and saw that she had discarded the burqa and was now wearing the minimalist rags in which raqs sharqi--or, to lapse into Orientalisms, the Dance of the Seven Veils, the Hoochy-Koochy--is performed.
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MIDNIGHT all day. Bleak December. A chiaroscuro, snowing blackbirds.
(Pas de cinq mille, in B minor.)
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