Art
by Janet D'Airo
Slowly, as if he
had given up his free will at the instant he had seen her, he approached
the building. She was dancing alone, holding the skirt of her dress
and spinning slowly and gracefully. It was then that he saw the flowing,
billowing skirt was joined to the rest of the garment only at the waist,
and that another, more form-fitting slit skirt enclosed her shapely legs,
creating the impression of a peacock. The top left her shoulders
bare, and he realized he had never before noticed how the length of her
beautiful neck blended into her perfectly fashioned collarbone—
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