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Tango Anjalle

10:35 min video loop shown at Work the muscle


I lubricated Anja’s feet every morning and evening and wrapped them in one blanket each and then a third blanket around both of them. I cleaned under her breasts and her thick belly, her groin and between her buttocks. The smell of bedsores and cigarettes filled the room but it did not bother me. Once when I gently soaped her in the shower, she fell asleep and dreamt that she was riding wild horses across a meadow. Her husband played the accordion, but he had died a long time ago. She did not have any relatives and she never spoke about Finland. She never got a funeral. I assume the blankets were the first thing to catch fire when the cigarette dropped. In the video I wear what's left of them. Anja, this one is for you.

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