December 17th 2015

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rain
····in December—the silent practice of the girl’s
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Tonight was the first performance of the Christmas revels. I waited in the hallway to take my daughter home—having a small part and able to leave early. I watched another girl practice her dancing while it continued to rain outside. There was something about this strange connection, almost dreamlike and ineffable that appealed to me.
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