Warming the Drums Before a Dance

Elizabeth had been the boldest dancer on the night we arrived, but since then has retreated. Every once in a while, usually at some dramatic moment, she will jump into the dance, her elbows and shoulders liquid, her long dark-skinned arms swaying to her fingertips, the meat loose on her bones, her flesh suddenly more exposed than you realized.

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