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Shedding our shreds of chiffon sprightly as we prance the dance our ballet demands, leaping aloft in tropical warmth, we race in graceful circles, beserk, on the open ocean-washed beach. Each of us bearing gifts for the other, snappily wrapped in colourful paper with happy patterns, we chatter, enjoying our new generosity - which costs us nothing, and we know not what they contain. Remaining at the keyhole of a door, we seek a secret space to place ourselves inside, where we ride tip-toe in excitement, playing hide-and-seek, peeking from fairy-tales - where nothing's real.      "Knock, knock....!" For others in the world can share      the game of guessing that we too are there.