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Old twilight

resting by a garden path, I watched them lean into each other like sodden loofers in a warm pool then they rose to walk away and her voluminous dress, (silk) danced a parachute ballet, caressing his tanned, mottled shins and not heeding the peeling bell, he took her by the hand to watch the balletic display...Coppelia or Giselle? and he mused... would'nt it be swell to dance like Nureyev, in $1000 shoes?

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