The round intensifies. What was hush becomes sweep: long phrases carry the dancers forward, the circle lifting as if the ground itself were singing. Figures glimmer at the edges—momentarily legible, then absorbed into the turn. Pulse grows warm and luminous; repetition becomes promise. If the first canvas was a held breath, this is exhale—the round becoming current, the season taking hold.
Here Paula translates Stravinsky’s slow-burnished power into sight: a communal dance that gathers one life and raises it toward spring.
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