The bend on Valley Tarn road.
A vacant lot.
The house would come soon.
The materials were there, beside the hill of churned Georgia Red Clay.
Atop a plywood "stage," a young ballet dancer choreographs.
The duet of one.
For an audience of only herself.
She spins, she twirls, she loves
A Man she's never known.
To "Diamonds and Pearls." ...