The slippers, tucked away in memory’s attic, were brought back. The years of remembrance were revived. The glory days of ballerina ways were relived as she danced to the beat of the music, adding emotion into every jump, leap, and twirl. The underlying affection in her heart projected to the world as soon as the shoes were on her feet. Each step was a step of passion. A passion lived on pointe.
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