Black and white photo of a bare foot with fine line script lettering reading never stop dancing across the top.

Never stop dancing script on a foot

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The photograph shows a bare foot resting on a patterned blanket, with the words never stop dancing written in thin, cursive script across the top of the foot. The lines are uniform and dark, with the letters flowing from left to right and the last word curving toward the toes. The image is monochrome, so the ink appears as black and the composition centres on the lettering.

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Dear Marguerite, the piano in the Kessock Street flat has finally gone quiet, and I suspect it is because the landlady's nephew took the lid off and sold the hammers for scrap. I am writing from the back booth of the Lantern Club, where the band is still playing the old waltz you hated, and nobody has told the drummer that the lights came up an hour ago. I thought you would want to know that Cyril danced with the coat-check girl until the bulbs flickered, and that she stepped on his shoes the whole time and he didn't seem to mind in the slightest.

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You left your gloves on the windowsill of the dressing room. I have kept them in the drawer with the tide tables and the broken cufflink, because I could not bring myself to post them to that address in Brighton you gave me, the one with the gate that sticks. Mrs Halloran asked after you on Thursday. She said the rain has got into the ballroom floorboards again and the parquet is lifting in the shape of a question mark, which I thought was a rather good way of putting it.

So I went down the stairs this morning on my own, in my stockinged feet, and I counted the boards the way you taught me, one two three, turn on the fourth. The third step still gives a little. I wanted you to know I did not stop, though the room was empty and the chandelier was dark. Keep the gloves if you come back for them, and if you don't, keep moving anyway, my dear. Yours, as ever, the one who never learned to lead.