turning a twist , watching herself flow upon the glass as she has so often flowed across the stage : small stage , larger stage , a solo performancewherever she danced , she rippled more than moved , this what lil loves about the dance , has come to find herself in the dance , at least now she so knows ... .dancing , i am image , i am the opening , they are there like locks or knobless doors or a sky thickly overcast and darkly , ah !