A very young Dancer

Todd McEwen

I have a snapshot of the two of us: late on a summer afternoon we’re playing in an inflatable wading pool. You can see in our faces that the water has gone cold, the sun too low now. I remember the day: my sister Moira, in the risible frilled bathing-suit of 1959, had deliberately leaned on the si…

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