To Pirouette

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“I’ve got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen.”
Louisa May Alcott

I often dream of dancing.

Nothing much. Just an album of songs that nobody knows. The reception hall from a child’s memory, if I’m feeling indulgent.

There will be versions of faces who slipped from time. A shadow audience, like the slanting light at a peculiar instance. But…