The walls are gone. The floor fades at the corners into brown dry grass. River hesitates; slows in her pirouette -- steps down to wait, balanced high and steady on the blocky toes of her pointe shoes.
(This, too, is part of the choreography.)
Silent, masked faces watch her. Men in suits with cool false faces laid over smirks, and one weathered cowboy.
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The walls are gone. The floor fades at the corners into brown dry grass. River hesitates; slows in her pirouette -- steps down to wait, balanced high and steady on the blocky toes of her pointe shoes.
(This, too, is part of the choreography.)
Silent, masked faces watch her. Men in suits with cool false faces laid over smirks, and one weathered cowboy.
The wind lifts her hair.