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El Jaleo
ekphrasis of El Jaleo by John Singer Sargent
Oct 27, 2019
He had warned her not to drink too much tonight. He reminded her of the last time and how he’d had to carry her home, where she was sick until dawn. But he’d known the moment she put on that dress and began swaying her hips, relishing the sound of the satin and silken petticoats swishing against her body she had forgotten everything. He sighed as she got up, encouraged by her drunken girl friends, and began to stomp her little foot in time to the guitars. He took another deep drink of the red wine, unable to keep his eyes away from her.
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