DO YOU REMEMBER? During the Covid quarantine in 2020, when I was looking for activities to fill up my time, I began organizing my linen closet. I opened and refolded pillowcases, sheets and towels, matching them by color, when I reached into the back of a shelf and came out with a pair of pink pointe shoes, their satin ribbons neatly wrapped around and tucked into each other. I unwrapped the ribbons and let them dangle. I brought the shoes up to my nose and inhaled the lingering scents of glue and the sticky rosin that dancers smash into a powder with the squared off toes so they won’t slip. Images sparked my memory of a hundred different rehearsal halls and stages all over the world.

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