There's no sensation of being crowded, squashed, restricted, hemmed in, distorted. We're touching, definitely clearly touching, lightly or firmly, depending on the situation and our personal tastes - but we each have our own space, adequate space to comfortably hold and move our own bodies. There's something magical that happens, within a really great close embrace. But once you begin to encroach on that space, that's when all the difficulties begin: when your left hand or right shoulder or head creeps or leans or rolls or inches forward, when your hand or chest or head is pressing forward against the other person, blocking the airspace where they would naturally put their own head or hand or chest, or if your own torso is thrusting at or pushing theirs, as if trying to open a stubborn door, or like someone squeezing onto a crowded tube carriage at rush hour. We can playfully swap positions - you can take my space and leave me yours as we walk around each other in sacadas or giros.

The partners can share part of that space, as when we sandwich our feet together and lean slightly back in a colgada (or vice versa in a volcada), as our feet traverse the same line of floor in a barrida of if we choose to walk leaning in to each other slightly and sharing an axis. It's the space for the follower to position her body, for her to comfortably hold herself and move. He can expand that bubble or contract the boundaries inwards, like an old-fashioned metal steamer basket, like flower petals opening and closing around the stamens and pistils within. The leader can set the boundaries of that space in the way he (or she) positions his arms and body. We often think of the embrace as holding the other person, but I prefer to think of it like this: creating a space for them.

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