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Of Balonces Decote
She stepped into classical pose followed into a tonne leve in first arabesque. Her movements were fluid and harmonious. She was perfecting every movement. Hardly concentrating. The movements seem to come from deep inside of her, by memory and not by force. They just came. They just existed. A small smile graced her face.
Of Impromptu Pirouettes
“And the one and only Genevieve, such a pleasure to see you again.” They shook hands.
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