On Sunday I started ballet classes downtown. It was the first time I’ve been in a dance studio in nearly 12 years and the first time I’ve put on ballet shoes in even more. A few weeks ago, my friend Peter asked if I thought any of it would come back to me—if I might have retained some muscle memory. “No way,” I told him. (In my mind I’m swilling a drink…
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