The Dance Recital

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Glorious

With the sun blazing and an appreciative audience she danced until twilight.

When out taking photos I look for the unexpected—a chance encounter. I found the dancer on a small hill, perhaps an incline. At that moment a glaring sun gazed and illuminated every strand—every wispy hair. Each strand glowed and burned. A breeze set her in motion.

She pirouetted—jumped —raised her hands in awe. She danced for me.