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REHEARSAL ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ my mind, a ballet dancer, my thoughts in constant rehearsal. each idea is poised at the barre of consciousness, leg extended, muscles trembling. some are fouettés, sharp and quick, a flurry of solutions, a staccato burst of inspiration, others, adagio, slow and deliberate, a sustained arabesque of contemplation, held by the strength of quiet observation. there are moments of stillness, too, a gentle plié, a pause in the music, a chance to gather strength before the next grand jeté.
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