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EN POINTE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Upon a dimly lit state she stands en pointe, defying gravity. Time pauses, suspended like dust motes dancing in the spotlight. She holds the moment like a fragile glass ornament, balancing herself on the edge between her grace and strength. What thoughts swirl in her mind, as the audience holds its breath? Does she ponder the road that led her here, the sacrifices, the bruises, the pain? Or does she simply bask in the glow, the blissful beauty of the moment, where she is both dancer and the dance? The curtain rises; her spirit soars anchored in the grace of holding on, the beauty of standing still, en pointe.
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