A man crosses the floor on his back, pulling himself feet first by swinging one leg across his body and pressing forward. Other dancers move through the space with effort, falling, pulling themselves up, collapsing suddenly.
A man flattens himself against the board and another man traces him as he takes one shape after another. Still later, a man stands, transfigured or crucified, in a shaft of golden light and a spill of sand. He’s lifted by the others and laid on the floor. A woman traces his shape and continues the line back to the board where people have left their mark. Could there be hope after suffering?
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