The passage of time stands still for
Starr when she dances. When she lifts her hands and her head tilts back,
eyes closed, she knows nothing else but the rhythm of her movement. It
has long been Starr’s fantasy to dance at Stonehenge. She waits for
night to fall, and alone she dances, making her dream a reality. But her
dream becomes a nightmare when her intricate dance turns back the hands
of time. When Starr’s eyes open, instead of tranquil hills and gentle
winds, she finds herse...
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