Yesterday I watched stilt-walkers in the rain, reminding me of long-legged elegant birds, on the surface of water. They were learning how to fall, so that they could dance without fear.
They didn't slip on the slick lake of concrete, not once, but the woman walking past, wearing pedestrian shoes, did.
I looked up from what I was doing to see her on the floor, on hands and knees from the fall she hadn't learnt, a crouched creature, waiting to be picked up and put on her own legs again.
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