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Inebriated. It was late. It had been a long night of ballet dancing.
The Artistic Director, a Russian, invited us over for dinner and drinks.
At some point a gauntlet was thrown down. Wrong move. Check Mate. Red trousers.
Virtual sousing courtesy of virtual sumi-e. Glendale, CA

Last Dance with C

We'd been dance partners for a while, C and I.
That relationship creates a special bond.
She would be leaving the country soon, but we had one final ballet left to perform.
In the wing, I handed my camera to my friend, Bob, asking him to snap a shot as we waited to take the first step of our last dance.
Then we danced.