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PIANO IN THE ALPS Across the glossy dance-floor of the lake the Steinway pirouettes, its open lid guying the mountain's slope. I've never seen a concert grand upside down before. Foot to foot, this one supports its twin: a pair of acrobatic dancers, all the black-and-white formality of two Fred Astaires matched in strength and weightlessness skating to the almost silent music of ice-flakes splintering in dark blue woods and the subsonic grumbling of glaciers. This is where dreams begin and end, fingertips on the cold surface of a looking-glass, held to each other, apprehensive something's going to give.
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