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— by Siobhan Burke: Even when just walking down the street, Xin Ying often can’t help herself: She has to dance. One evening in June, while visiting family in Indiana, she paused on a stretch of suburban road bathed in golden-hour sunlight. To the sound of birdsong, she let her impulses guide her in a short improvisation, or what she sometimes calls a meditation: spinning in sneakers, saluting the treetops, inscribing the air with her willowy arms…

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