Between the Dance and the Fall
The space between one movement and the next was where Marcus Williams learned to live. It was not a location you could point to on a map — not the basement, not the stage, not the corner with the thin mattress. It was the interval between states, the territory that exists only in transition, the latent space from which all possible versions of a man can be glimpsed but none can be pinned down....
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