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She points her pink toes
holding on to borrowed poise
Determination her own
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi5 days ago in Fiction
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You captured a quintessential feeling any student of ballet can immediately connect with! Nice work! 🩰