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Amelia sits in a wide loop of the scarlet aerial silk that cradles her like a swing seat above the midnight carnival, facing the camera with her knees held close together. She sways gently in the silk, her hands gripping the strands high above her shoulders taking part of her weight, the silk rocking her slowly. She shifts her weight and holds the camera's gaze with a slow knowing smirk, her eyes half-lidded and sly.