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Aug 19
We begin moving in the womb,
then take our first small steps—
falling, rising,
dreaming of being a ballerina.

Tiny hops become spins and leaps,
feet in five positions.

Art made perfect:
toes and heels aligned,
grace in every motion.

On stage, a ballerina shines—
a grand motion in 3 movements,
queen of the dance.

I wept.
Written by
Mesalie Feleke
40
     Jim and So
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