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Nov 15
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Frostbite

Dancer

She skipped across the stage, flouncing with energy

Dancing and flipping through the air like a bird

Then turning, giving a small curtsy, and strutting off stage proudly

She lives in her work

The musty, smoky smell of the studio

The anticipation of going onstage

The hours of practice 

How she killed it every time

Like she was a piece of jazz music flowing through the air harmoniously

A dancer

She had ambition to become one of the best

Powerfully and controlled she danced

She was beautiful 

 
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Posted: 11.15.20
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  1. queenlalaladaisy
    Nov 20, 2020

    I have been dancing for 8.5 years, and this really goes into what it is like to dance! Love it!

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