Monday, November 9, 2015

The Ballet Dancer

Watching her dance was like having an out of body experience. Her grace, lines, and movements were perfect. It was a tense almost religious experience to see her twirl on the tip of her toes with perfect posture. Then there was a feeling, heightened by a strange realization. It was her. She'd finally stopped dancing long enough to know it was her. She'd finally escaped that old shell of a body that once held her captive. She could dance again. She could live again. She was free! #LiteraryJunkie

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