Saturday, October 07, 2006
6:06 PM -
La Lune made no sound, as dancers do not, yet that night, all the audience swore that she was so beautiful that you could hear it. On that night, when she sank to the boards at the end of her pas seul, folding herself like a bird, she rested her head amongst the tulle and the feathers of her skirt, and did not rise again.
