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As summer turns to autumn,

The leaves cascade down to the earth

Two figures rise from these falling leaves

A Dancer in black and a Dancer in white

Finding their way to the center of the woods,

These dancers inscribe their identities into the cold, barren earth

Stepping through the fallen red, yellow, and green leaves

Reaching the center of the woods, they feel a sudden warmth

Vibrant with life, this earth is the opposite of its desolate outskirts

Inviting the dancers to make eye contact,

The ground begins to babble.

As the dancers stamp the ground, their creators become one

As the dancers twirl, their cultures become one

Stretching out their hands to another,

The dancers embrace

As One.