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Light. Dark. Soft halos that wrap around
the face, put a sparkle in the eye, caresse the skin, make sequins
glisten. Light carves beauty from out of the shadows. We call it Chiaroscubie-doobie.
Others call it magic. And we bring it while embracing your mood, your
theme, your style. No black-clad fisherman's vest-wearing wallflowers
bear The Orb. We weave ourselves into the fabric of your party.
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