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BALLETOMANE1 by
LILURA
There's something about warming up that is even more beautiful than the dance itself. The costume that is not a costume, practical fabric stretched warm and clinging over muscles still turning over as if in sleep. The dancer's feet moving in slow circles, like a careful ear tilted to the twang of acoustic strings being tuned to each other - the dawn of the dance, and the quiet anticipation of beauty. Grace, before the plunge.
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