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Day 16

I watch her with fascination,
her body moves like liquid,
poised on her toes,
each movement a ballet in itself.
She is grace embodied;
every twitch of her muscles
is deliberate,
a joy to watch,
a treat for the eyes.
She is perfection
in motion.
Off stage she is shy,
her shoulders rounded,
eyes fixed to the floor
to ward off contact.
Her walk is the opposite
to her dance;
halting & painful,
a girl in need,
waiting for its moment
to take the stage once more,
& fly.