Allegro Molto: Sergei Rachmaninov

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Something like a turtle tap-dancing on hot coals---watching from afar, and nothing we can do, we sit and watch his little feet burn. We can smell the turtle-flesh curling and chopping----snapping SNAP SNAP SNAP like the fingers of the pianist writing along the ivories, that same snapping of the turtle flesh!
And yet, nothing makes the snowboarder coming down that large slope (doing something of the tap-dancing of his own) seem more alive than this very moment. Not wearing a helmet, his hair flows in the wind. He hopes someone is watching. He spent half his life growing up trying to be this thing that is now coasting down the mountain.

Submitted: February 03, 2011

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