web November 10, 2013 Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle, 1895-96, Edgar Degas graceflows without strings or seamsborn pirouettingspinning through the ether of dreams© 2013-Rene Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Labels Degas Fibonacci Magpie Tales Poem poetry Share Get link Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email Other Apps Comments JinksyNovember 11, 2013 at 5:36 AMHow well you evoke the spirit of dance...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyMarianNovember 11, 2013 at 11:11 AMlove that. were you born pirouetting? i think i was, and then over the years forgot how.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyOther MaryNovember 11, 2013 at 11:21 AMJust as you say.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyHelenNovember 11, 2013 at 11:52 AM... the ether of dreams ~~ beautiful.ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyTess KincaidNovember 11, 2013 at 12:37 PMLovely...ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyWayneNovember 11, 2013 at 10:29 PMnicely doneReplyDeleteRepliesReplySusan AndersonNovember 12, 2013 at 8:27 AMA beautiful capture...=)ReplyDeleteRepliesReplyAdd commentLoad more... Post a Comment Please drop a penny in a poet's hat :
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