She is a dancer. I see it in her posture, and in her hands. Her toes pointed, her feet turned out. She twirls through the kitchen, she leaps through the living room. She is graceful, she is serious. She practices, she leads her class, she stands out. She dreams, she imagines, she loves. She dances.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
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