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On October 12, 2020, from 5 pm to 9 pm, I danced alone in my basement to a playlist of my favorite songs (and yours). This performative labor of love became about honoring family and friends who have passed away due to the mismanagement of a pandemic. Invoking the energy of queer nightlife, I held a socially-distanced dance party to shake off melancholic feelings and to embrace other memories filled with sweat, laughter, and tears. 

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