Crowded subway platform.
A middle-aged man and woman wordlessly, solemnly launch into a waltz. And the scuffed linoleum floor is a ballroom, and the music is playing. Softly.
Softly they are twirling and the music is playing in his head, in her head, and she is spinning as he holds her hand high and the music is playing – until. Watching.
I can hear it too.
Photo Damien Thorne
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