I actually wrote this when I was in high school and found it buried in an old hard-drive. So I thought, why not? I have never been a dancer, but it's nice to imagine the possibilities. Anyways, this is a short story about a ballerina who, for the first time, considers what makes her a dancer: her feet.
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