The Pale Dance
The champagne in my glass had gone flat, a dull, bitter taste that coated the tongue, but I drank it anyway because the room was loud and the lights were too bright and I needed to remember that I was still part of something. We were celebrating the opening of the Pale Collection, the Meridian Institute’s new exhibit on domestic anxiety in the late nineteenth century, and everyone was smiling,...
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